All Play, No Work. [HARLE.]
Jan 2, 2014 20:10:02 GMT -8
Jan 2, 2014 20:10:02 GMT -8
sparrowkit
dying of laughter
Sparrowkit was the first one awake out of his litter of three, as the sky turned a brilliant shade of pinkness that he had no words for. It was dawn. Making sure his dam was still sound asleep, he rolled away from her in a manner he believed to be skillful, making little ‘oof’ noises every time his face smooshed against the ground.
Once he was a sufficient distance away, he began to groom himself, tiny tongue flicking its way across his pelt. When he figured that he was suitably cleaned, he decided he would practice what few hunting skills he had. He had watched some apprentices earlier, and tried very hard to memorize what he was witnessing. He thought for a minute, hard, casting his mind deep into concentration.
Okay, it can’t be that hard, he muttered internally. Stay low, don’t look stupid. He dropped his frame to roughly half a mouse-tail above the ground, tail quivering slightly. He was a kit, so he was close to the ground anyway. He imagined himself stalking a mouse. What a great warrior he would be! An awesome one, an epic guardian of WindClan!
When he took a step forward, however, he trod over his own feet, and stumbled face-first into the ground.
DARN!
He shot up back onto his feet quickly, silently chastising himself horribly, for allowing such a mistake. He looked around in embarrassment, hoping that no cat had been awake to see his failure.
Once he was a sufficient distance away, he began to groom himself, tiny tongue flicking its way across his pelt. When he figured that he was suitably cleaned, he decided he would practice what few hunting skills he had. He had watched some apprentices earlier, and tried very hard to memorize what he was witnessing. He thought for a minute, hard, casting his mind deep into concentration.
Okay, it can’t be that hard, he muttered internally. Stay low, don’t look stupid. He dropped his frame to roughly half a mouse-tail above the ground, tail quivering slightly. He was a kit, so he was close to the ground anyway. He imagined himself stalking a mouse. What a great warrior he would be! An awesome one, an epic guardian of WindClan!
When he took a step forward, however, he trod over his own feet, and stumbled face-first into the ground.
DARN!
He shot up back onto his feet quickly, silently chastising himself horribly, for allowing such a mistake. He looked around in embarrassment, hoping that no cat had been awake to see his failure.
