Stumblekit tumbled into the clearing, the apprentice-age kit barreling past bystanders as he grinned from ear to ear. "Come on, aunty!" He called from over his fluffy shoulder. The tom was now bigger than most in the nursery, finally seeming to grow into his paws a little more than when he was a kit. The six moon old, bright-ginger kit still wobbled to and frow, that never changed. Just as he tripped up on his own stumbling nature, his aunt rose up from behind and gently grabbed his scruff. "Woah there! Be careful now." She murrped a laugh. "If I had known play fighting would be this exciting, I would have taken you to a place with less little ones."
STUMBLEKIT
ataxia
He/him
CHICKADEESWIVEL
She/her
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