Post by Lightningtrail on Aug 29, 2015 10:06:03 GMT -5
((Frost I hope this is ok ^^' sorry for the wait!))
Daisykit stood perched atop a fallen branch, the tom gazing at his clan with pride. His claws dug into the soft wood. He did not want to fall, after all. The branch had fallen so that it still had stable limbs that stretched upwards, and even if they were not too tall, Daisykit would think it very embarrassing to fall from such a fine lookout point. He had to admit, he could see a lot more from up here. His icy gaze scanned the clearing, observing each cat curiously. What were they talking about? Were they friends, enemies, lovers? His only hints were the slight whisker twitches of amusement, the ear flicks of annoyance, the angry eyes of cats as they walked away from whoever they had been speaking to. but it was not enough for Daisykit. He wanted to know more. A she-cat dug her claws into the ground, but her whiskers were twitching. Was she amused, or enraged? Which reaction was fake?
What was she thinking?
Daisykit looked away from the rest of the clearing, the tom choosing to wait for another kit to leave the nursery instead of sitting alone and being frustrated. He hopped to the other side of the branch, the now thinner limb giving a bit under his weight. He dug in his claws deeper as he felt himself sway a bit to the left. It was much harder to balance if he kept drifting over to the left. He had fewer limbs to catch himself over there. He stared at the nursery entrance, waiting patiently for another kit to exit the comfortable den. He was much more interested in playing than watching other cats anyways, and if he was just going to annoy himself by wondering about the warriors he may as well find another kit to do it with.
Daisykit stood perched atop a fallen branch, the tom gazing at his clan with pride. His claws dug into the soft wood. He did not want to fall, after all. The branch had fallen so that it still had stable limbs that stretched upwards, and even if they were not too tall, Daisykit would think it very embarrassing to fall from such a fine lookout point. He had to admit, he could see a lot more from up here. His icy gaze scanned the clearing, observing each cat curiously. What were they talking about? Were they friends, enemies, lovers? His only hints were the slight whisker twitches of amusement, the ear flicks of annoyance, the angry eyes of cats as they walked away from whoever they had been speaking to. but it was not enough for Daisykit. He wanted to know more. A she-cat dug her claws into the ground, but her whiskers were twitching. Was she amused, or enraged? Which reaction was fake?
What was she thinking?
Daisykit looked away from the rest of the clearing, the tom choosing to wait for another kit to leave the nursery instead of sitting alone and being frustrated. He hopped to the other side of the branch, the now thinner limb giving a bit under his weight. He dug in his claws deeper as he felt himself sway a bit to the left. It was much harder to balance if he kept drifting over to the left. He had fewer limbs to catch himself over there. He stared at the nursery entrance, waiting patiently for another kit to exit the comfortable den. He was much more interested in playing than watching other cats anyways, and if he was just going to annoy himself by wondering about the warriors he may as well find another kit to do it with.
