| Snowybreeze |
26 Moons - WindClan Warrior
Heightened Perception [Smell] - Active | Rapid Recovery - Inactive | The Collector - Inactive | Not Skiddin' Around - Active
Twisted. Torn. At a complete loss of what he could possibly do! Snowybreeze's paws stomped nervously on the ground as he debated his choices, neither seeming like a particularly good one. Oh dear. Oh golly. Here he was, trying to be a good friend... and he was... he was... in the way of an adorable little kit trying to go back home! Double
eep!
"O-oh. Oh goodness. Oh golly me. I-I am. So. So very. Sorry. Terribly. Rude," the massive tom stammered, clumsily shifting around until he somehow found himself inside the suddenly far too small den, making room for the adventurous kit to enter.
Curious sky blue eyes met the kit's mismatched ones as Snowybreeze realized... he had not seen this face before. Far too young, really, he supposed. Such a tiny kit could only be maybe a moon old at best... perhaps two? Her scent was still heavy of milk, however, making it clear she had either not begun eating prey yet or had only recently begun to do so. Such adventurousness had been seen before by the gentle giant, both Lightningstorm and Firestorm having had quite the mischievous streaks as kits. Neither had been rule breakers necessarily, but they certainly seemed to enjoy toeing the line as closely as they could. With this one being the right age... and her eyes seemingly so similar to both mothers - quite odd, really, he would not have assumed such a striking similarity to the healer - he couldn't help but wonder... could this be one of the kits he'd been attempting to meet before his most foul blunder? Oh dear... if so... what a terrible first impression to make... Why oh why could the ground not just swallow one whole when one needed it to?
"I-it does. Sound. Like quite. The adventure. You had. I am. Quite. Quite sure. Your momma. Will be. Very. Very proud. And happy. To hear. All about. Your brave. Deeds," the Maine Coon mix cooed in a soft voice, half attempting to mollify the no doubt offended kit, half genuinely interested. As a kit, he had spent his life shunned in a corner of the den, best left unseen and unheard as he had been taught at some point of his life. Kits with such zest for life and obvious loving family always made him quietly hum with glee, happy to see no other kits suffer the lonely life he'd had when he had walked the same stage of life.
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ellie [Laurelkit]