Foxkit
| he/him | ShadowClan | Kit |
It didn't take long until the space inside mother's den became dreadfully uninteresting. Perhaps that sounds a bit paradoxical; after all, he was surrounded on all sides by his seemingly endless supply of siblings. Surely there was a boundless supply of excitement to be derived from
that. Except that there wasn't. They acted very impulsively, purely on instinct. Hungry? Shove through one's siblings for some milk. Upset? Smack one's sibling around a bit. Bored? Well, smacking one's sibling around
also tended to be a fairly effective remedy for that. To be fair, Foxkit existed in much the same way, but that only added to the
boring-ness of it all. Where was the suspense? The intrigue? No such things existed within Mother's little dungeon.
So he stepped out of it for the first time. If one couldn't find something of interest, one would simply have to
make it. But, well, how would one go about doing such a thing? Perhaps... by causing pain? Cats reacted fairly interestingly when in pain, so it actually seemed the obvious choice. The main problem with that plan would normally be that Mother likely wouldn't find it quite so clever, but she wasn't there now, was she? Foxkit would just have to hope that his victim wouldn't be quite as loud as Houndkit.
Foxkit turned his head, scanning the clearing. It was quite... strange, suddenly finding himself free in such a large space. But he would have to stay focused on his mission. He would spot a nearby cat, be them young or old, and approach them. He wobbled as any kit his age would, but he would not let something so trivial deter him! Not once did he allow it to divert his path (too much)!
Upon finally arriving at his destination, Foxkit summoned every fiber of strength within him before tensing up, landing squarely on the tail of this other cat. He'd then extend his tiny claws, allowing the little needles to dig inside like hungry ticks.
(open!)