[Willowfern]

 

Originally Posted by wren

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Rabbitchatter | He/Him
Large long furred brown tabby tom with one white paw
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It was noticeable that there was a bit of something happening… whatever that happened to be he wasn’t quite sure. But being naturally curious and inexplicably drawn to dramatic things, Rabbitchatter made his way towards the elders den. A long procession of kits and queens were being ushered into the elders den.

He knew Thrushstar and Bumblebreak were around but wouldn’t bother asking. The warrior slipped into the elders den glancing around at the slowly assembling crowd. While there was no screaming, he could only assume that kittens weren’t frightened. But bored. What better way to remedy such things than play?

“Houndkit.” Rabbitchatter whispered crouching low “would you like to gather some friends and play a game maybe?”

@Willowfern

Houndkit blinked and looked at the cat towering over him. Whenever someone was taller than him, he wasn’t surprised. He was used to being short, even as a warrior he’d been short…
…wait what? Houndkit knitted his eyebrows together. What? He wasn’t a… he wasn’t a warrior? Confusion gripped him, but when Rabbitchatter spoke, the confusion and the thoughts that caused it were instantly dispelled and forgotten.
A game? Oh, he’d love to play a game…! Oh, wait. He needed to gather up some friends…
“I don’t have any friends,” Houndkit admitted, looking down and shuffling his paws, pelt warm from the embarrassment he felt having to admit it.