★・・Mottlekit・・★
Mottlekit tumbled out of the nursery entrance, rolling like a tuft of hair as he landed on his side near a few shrubs. The moss-ball was just in the grasp of his white paws. He held it close to his chest, opening one eye trying to catch a glimpse of any onlookers. No one could see this embarrassing move I just did? Great! His eyes widened, letting out a long breath of air. How could I? The greatest Mottlekit. EVER get scared like that? The path of the leader in just in my grasp but I couldn't do anything at the sight of falling onto my back. He wanted to silently cry somewhere in his nest where he wouldn't be able to see the faces of cats just out of embarrassment. He was like a duck who doesn't know how to swim!
He bit his bottom lip, his eyes blurry with tears. Cupping and shoving his muzzle into the ball. Why why why why why.... And to be honest, his butt also hurt too. How could a cat like him, a flexible agile animal of the forest not know how to land on his four paws? Incredible. A small giggle escaped him, as if he were crying and laughing in one sitting. He slid himself under the ferns, to enter the shadows to avoid the eyes of others. He pouted as his emerald eyes sparkled beautifully. Tears were building up ready to fall. He wasn't crying because of embarrassment, but just because his butt was causing him a-lot of pain. Let me tell you he fell on his butt of all things!
Not to mention that when he stuffed his face into the ball, it already fell apart because of his saliva. And... he now has bits and pieces of outlying moss around his muzzle. His beautiful features were now covered in chewed green mixture. What a day this was..
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Lilacquartz, and open for any other onlookers for this funny situation. ]