[ti]Open[/ti]Where are your Legs?

[silverfang218]

Moss that Grows on Trees has been mildly curious about the fur bundles that the kit-mother Frost has been caring for. She’d heard that they were a litter that will eventually become home-guards but Moss was… skeptical at best. She has yet to take a good look at them but they seem rather… small to be homeguards. Then again, Night that Stains the Sky also is a bit small to be protecting anyone, but at least he’s a bit larger than these tiny fluffballs.

Today, though, Moss has patiently been waiting until Frost briefly left the den. Her patience has been rewarded and, with their mother away for the moment, Moss has free access to the kittens. She trots over to them, her head proudly held high and her fur perfectly groomed. She takes a careful look at the slumbering kits before deciding to wake at least one of them up. “How in the world is this one gonna be protecting anyone? It doesn’t even have any legs!” She ponders to herself as she prods the seemingly legless kit with a paw.

[Ervo]

She's impulsive but deliberate

She loves like she means it

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Rain hadn't been sleeping when the newcomer came into the den. She had simply been resting her eyes, the warmth from mother now gone having roused her. She found the new voice absolutely annoying. The shrill tone making her glare out at whoever disturbed her peace and quiet. It was another she-cat, around her age with white and brown markings. Rain stood, giving a gentle shake to her coat and stared at the newcomer with apt attention.

"And just who do you think you are? And for the record he does have legs, moused sized ones but they're there." She sighed and shook her head in pity for her brother. Stone had always been odd, in fact almost all of her family was odd except her mother and herself. Sometimes it was maddening but she was the only one who was allowed to pick on them for it.

"I guess you can't help it, a mouse brain like you wouldn't be able to tell the difference between their own tail and their nose. Let alone whether or not someone has legs." She gave a smirk to the other feline, her tail twitching. She was defending her brother in the only way she knew how, snark and pity for his own condition. It may have not been the smartest move, but she wasn't going to just lay there and leave him to face this newcomer alone.

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[LupTacco]

Stone squeaked in protest as a paw prodded at his sides, waking him up not even five minutes after his mother got up to do whatever it was kit-mothers did outside the den. Sometimes she brought stuff back and he was always eager to know what it was, where it was from- a mouse sometimes, or a little bird from outside the stones and between the trees Frost would say. "Hey!" he scrambled inelegantly to his paws, leaning back to raise his nose as high as he could. He nodded as his sister pointed out his clear possession of a fine set of legs but shook his head as he realized she also compared them to a mouse's. "I am not a mouse! I have legs right here," he sat down to show off his front legs, sniffing disdainfully as he stretched them out as long as he could and showed off his sharp, sticky kitten claws. One day I'll get my real claws and beat up a whole snake by myself, he thought with pride.

He chuckled as his sister turned her vicious tongue on this new kit. "Yeah, ya got no eyes or something?" he smirked, ears pricked in a challenging look, rather smug all things considered.

[silverfang218]

“I wasn’t exactly talking to you now, was I? Learn your place; for the record, your sibling may as well not have legs. I was right in my assumption before; you kits won’t be able to protect anyone. You have your nose so far up your own rear that you’ll never smell the danger coming, and this one looks like a scrawny hamster. Well no… I suppose hamsters probably have longer legs than this one.” Moss responds to the kit that actually possesses a semi-decent set of legs and therefore has a chance to be worth a little something to the Tribe, not the dwarf kit. The worthless, mostly legless kit is not worth Moss’ time; she doesn’t even look at Stone, and the disdain in her voice makes it clear that she believes the dirt to be higher than the deformed kit. To be fair, the dirt can stand almost as tall as Stone.

She certainly doesn’t look threatened at all by Stone’s pathetic kit claws; a full four moons older than the dwarf kit, Moss cad most likely just sit on and crush poor Stone. Rain too, for that matter. All in all though, Moss looks somewhat amused by the snarky reply she got (from Rain, not Stone of course). Perhaps Rain has some fight in her after all.