Post by yspobdon on Oct 12, 2019 17:46:16 GMT
Intro: Birchkit
Nothing was more annoying than being stuck in a nursery alone with nothing better to do but some banal, repetitive task like practicing flimsy pounces on the occasional wayward leaf.
Nothing. Birchkit was sure of it.
Currently, this was what she was doing, wobbling to and fro trying to land directly on certain veins of the leaf. When she'd started, she'd imagined it to be a mouse, and the particular leaf veins to be certain weak spots along the mouse's anatomy. And while her imagination tended to serve her well in the past, it had gotten rickety and malfunctioning within like 10 seconds of this game. Because it was so boring and bland there was really no way of salvaging it whatsoever.
She wanted to do something else.
Maybe pounce on an actual mouse, or maybe another cat. Now that'd be interesting.
Birchkit's mind wandered, at the thoughts, towards a question. Why was she doing this if she already had a cat to pounce on? As she'd observed a few times during her long, destitute, 3 moon old life here, that was often what queens were for. And sometimes siblings. Siblings... siblings. Right.
Birchkit gritted her tiny teeth, feeling her own mind strike a nerve within itself. That was weird. She didn't like it at all. Thoughts of a little grey and white kit with a face and eyes like her own entered her developing mind. He walked with another, a queen with a form as horrendous as her attitude. The heat that rose to Birchkit's face and fell to her paws crawled, but it crawled with surprising speed. She pounced on the leaf again, her thoughts now silenced as she mentally played this scene. She missed her spot. The scene changed. She backed up, and pounced on it again, harder. She missed. Again. She missed. Again? She missed. Furiously, again and again, the pounced, and sometimes she hit, and when she hit she quickly thought 'It's not good enough,' and backed up and pounced again. She kept going and going, not realizing the heat had met her eyes and stained her cheeks.
Eventually, her lackluster performance upset her enough to make her attempt to growl as a kit does, and quick the pouncing. Instead, she mauled the leaf, tore holes in it 'til it couldn't be torn anymore, and when she still felt unsatisfied, she left for her nest.
She laid down in it uncomfortably, uncaring, and fought back the heated water trying to escape her eyes.
She wanted to do something else.
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OC: This post turned out sadder than I intended it to :,3 but anyways, meet Birchkit!
Nothing was more annoying than being stuck in a nursery alone with nothing better to do but some banal, repetitive task like practicing flimsy pounces on the occasional wayward leaf.
Nothing. Birchkit was sure of it.
Currently, this was what she was doing, wobbling to and fro trying to land directly on certain veins of the leaf. When she'd started, she'd imagined it to be a mouse, and the particular leaf veins to be certain weak spots along the mouse's anatomy. And while her imagination tended to serve her well in the past, it had gotten rickety and malfunctioning within like 10 seconds of this game. Because it was so boring and bland there was really no way of salvaging it whatsoever.
She wanted to do something else.
Maybe pounce on an actual mouse, or maybe another cat. Now that'd be interesting.
Birchkit's mind wandered, at the thoughts, towards a question. Why was she doing this if she already had a cat to pounce on? As she'd observed a few times during her long, destitute, 3 moon old life here, that was often what queens were for. And sometimes siblings. Siblings... siblings. Right.
Birchkit gritted her tiny teeth, feeling her own mind strike a nerve within itself. That was weird. She didn't like it at all. Thoughts of a little grey and white kit with a face and eyes like her own entered her developing mind. He walked with another, a queen with a form as horrendous as her attitude. The heat that rose to Birchkit's face and fell to her paws crawled, but it crawled with surprising speed. She pounced on the leaf again, her thoughts now silenced as she mentally played this scene. She missed her spot. The scene changed. She backed up, and pounced on it again, harder. She missed. Again. She missed. Again? She missed. Furiously, again and again, the pounced, and sometimes she hit, and when she hit she quickly thought 'It's not good enough,' and backed up and pounced again. She kept going and going, not realizing the heat had met her eyes and stained her cheeks.
Eventually, her lackluster performance upset her enough to make her attempt to growl as a kit does, and quick the pouncing. Instead, she mauled the leaf, tore holes in it 'til it couldn't be torn anymore, and when she still felt unsatisfied, she left for her nest.
She laid down in it uncomfortably, uncaring, and fought back the heated water trying to escape her eyes.
She wanted to do something else.
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OC: This post turned out sadder than I intended it to :,3 but anyways, meet Birchkit!