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AIN'T NO WAY FOR A BOY TO BE

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MOSQUITOKIT . 1 MOON . HE/HIM . SHADOWCLAN

"Oh. Oh, I think I see now. S'hard to see 'em in this light but...yeah. Yeah, neat." Is she upset or is she just like this normally? He can't tell, the longer he considers it. He's worried that if he backs off and it turns out she isn't upset with him or anything, does that make him the bad one, for initiating an interaction and then backpedaling on an assumption? This is hard. Maybe he likes that, though, somehow—he feels the only way it'll ever get easier, this 'taking to other cats' thing, is if he just keeps doing it—, because he hasn't given up on talking to her yet. Matter of fact, he's doubling down:

"My name's Mosquitokit. Jus' so you know. Um...you can tell me your name, now, an' uh..." Mosquitokit swallows. He still can't bring himself to look right at her for very long.

( Her:
-Older than him
-Two ears
-Four paws
-One tail
-Black coat—with stripes!

He feels good about what he knows now. He also has a new line of questioning. )

Struck with a dizzying wave of inspiration and almost too excited about how perfect he thinks it'll play out, Mosquitokit leans forward, dark eyes rounded—"How old're you?"

He feels so clever because he'll probably be able to segue into talking about apprentice stuff with her once he knows how close she is to it, and from what he's seen so far, a lot of older kits really enjoy talking about that kind of stuff. So he's practically mastered talking to other cats, now. Mosquitokit bites the inside of his cheek to suppress a giddy smile, feeling as though he's just solved a particularly difficult riddle, or passed some kind of test. Even if she is cross with him, maybe she'll be so excited to talk about apprentice training that she'll forget to be. Cross, that is.

@SnowheartTC

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