[versailles]

➺ fuzzkit; he/him || 10/10 || @littlelove

a small voice causes fuzzkit to look over his shoulder, spotting daisykit. he'd never talked to the tortoiseshell, but his first impression is that he must be a scaredy-cat. hey, daisykit's voice does that thing that cinderpaw's does! he notes. still, he grins at the kit as he's invited to join the lesson and then turns his attention back to cinderpaw.

his mood seems to sour within only a minute. go and hide in the back of the nursery? seriously? how was he ever supposed to see something cool if he was supposed to just.. hide. shadowclan he knows are complete losers, he's heard some words mentioned of them (though most of his opinion is based on what cinderpaw told him). riverclan, he just figures they smell gross or are constantly soaked. he just lets out a heavy sigh and looks at his paws.

he seems to cheer up a little when his second answer is correct. "yeahhh!!! I'm so good at this." he grins proudly, puffing his tiny chest out. the topic of someone volunteering practically makes him leap, and just as he's about to scream out, redkit answers first. his jaw drops for a second before he frowns, rolling his eyes.