Toddling About. [Open.]

Bowing to the king of time

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A subtle trembling within the densely woven gorse disturbed the otherwise peaceful plants as they guarded the camp’s entrance in quiet resolution. In their fury, if shrubs could indeed feel any emotion at all, they unleashed a downpour. Snow, freshly fallen from the night prior, cascaded down in a flurry of sudden action to drench their victim. Who, it turned out, found it hilarious as could be.

As Spiderstep thrust himself into the clearing a lovely dusting of snow rested upon his wedge-shaped head. With his appearance came the tumbling jovial laughter which shook his form in its passion. Needless to say, the tom was in high spirits that winter day. Hesitating, he cast his gaze about the clearing to assess the surrounding cats. After all, it was no use bursting into camp with such a show if no one was there to witness it. Just then copper twin moons landed upon the tiny Abyssinian tom-kit, and an invisible brow shot up with suspicion. The little kit was certainly a strange sight to discover out in the middle of camp.

“Well, what do we have here? Is our tiny leader about to give some orders?” His voice was warm with a teasing note twisting it pleasantly. Gingerly the warrior trotted over to the small red bundle before dipping his head in mock-respect, as one might do to their superior. “Please, please tell me you’ve devised a battle plan to thoroughly outsmart those fish-faced fools in RiverClan?” As he spoke Spiderstep lowered himself into a half-crouch. His chest rested upon the cool earth just before the leader’s son, while his tail end, on the other paw, shot up into the sky.

 

CODED BY DUCKIE OF GS

Bowing to the king of time

371  Sparrowkit 
 Sorry this is a bit late ;_; 

Even crouching, with his smooth tan stomach pressed into the field’s flattened stalks, Spiderleg was a good head taller than his current companion. Because of this simple fact he was permitted to witness something comical in its own right. Oh boy did he enjoy it too. The warrior’s tall, pointed ears blocked out the sun’s only path to the kit, and as it did so the poor little bugger seemed momentarily suspended in a state of shock and surprise. That is, until his tiny maw parted to mouth something an awful lot like the word “warrior.”



Spiderstep had to fight the bubbling burst of laughter tickling at his chest. This was too good, too precious. This was perfect.



And it only got better. In an unexpected flash of russet fur the cat before him transformed into a large furball. Round and fluffy, with yet-grown little extremities poking out every which way, he looked like a foreign creature. It could just as well have been something birthed by crossing a burr and a mouse. Where all kits created with this inherent ability to look ridiculously adorable?



Caught by surprise at the act itself, and just how incredibly amusing it was, Spiderleg lurched backwards. Hind paws slipped upon the slick flooring, still damp from the sporadic falls of rain and snow. He didn’t fight it. No, instead he slid rather ungracefully to his side with an awkward “thud”. His ears shot back, orange eyes bright and merry as brown cheeks bulged with the effort to resist laughter. It really was too good. Right then and there the tabby decided that he really, undeniably and unchangeably, liked this kit.



“My leader,” Spiderstep choked out at last. Loath for the other to find insult in his own actions, he hoped to cover his tracks with tack and flattery. “I am humbled by your very might. Forgive me, I am but a lowly warrior, awaiting your every command.” Once again the feline spoke possibly too fast for the moon old to catch, but he was relatively inexperienced when it came to playing with those a great deal younger. So, he made due how he knew, hoping that his brotherly instincts would solve the matter for him.



 

CODED BY DUCKIE OF GS