Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2018 16:49:10 GMT -5
Curiosity killed the cat...
This thread is semi open xD Anyone with a TreeClan kit or a member of the MockingMagpie family is free to throw them in~
Fawn @poptart Taxx @medusa Silver Phoenix just tagging anyone that might be interested, don't feel obligated!
Hemlock-kit was nearly overwhelmed by the sights and scents of TreeClan's camp outside the nursery. With the snow beginning to melt and cold not quite so biting, he and his siblings were finally allowed to spend more time out of the safety and warmth the nursery provided, and there was just so much to see, to do, to explore. The forest beyond the camp was even more daunting, tantalizing, but he knew better than to try to leave camp alone. He had no desire to make his mother worry about him, or get yelled at for that matter. He could be patient. He would have moons and moons to explore the forest. For now there was plenty to do in camp.
Fluffing up his short gray and white fur, he bounded through what remained of the mushy, melting snow, small paws splashing chilly mud as he went. Mud was new. It was squishy and sticky, and cold, but not as cold as snow. He paused at the edge of camp, where a small mud puddle had formed, and dabbed at the shallow pool of murky water experimentally. Then he shoved one paw into the depths, the mud below swallowing it up, and squeaked in alarm when it took him a long moment to free himself. He skittered backward, fur fluffed out in alarm, but cautiously re-approached the puddle a heartbeat later.
Reaching back into the puddle, he scooped out a small pile of soaking mud and prodded it around, watching how it sucked at his paw when he raised it. Mud was strange. There was solid ground beneath him, it didn't stick to his paws. The puddle of water on its own didn't cling and trap. But when the two mixed together to become mud it was entirely different. Why? He dabbed at the mud a bit more, considering it with a humorously serious look on his face. More warily this time, he pressed his paw into it, enjoying the way it squished up between his toes. It didn't trap him this time when he lifted his paw, and he frowned slightly, thoughtfully, and glanced back at the puddle. Did it need water on top to do that?
He stuck one leg back into the puddle, letting it sink into the mud below even as he let out a squeak at the chill of the water seeping through his pelt. He waited a moment before trying to pull his leg back out. It was harder this time. His heart fluttered in a brief moment of panic as he wondered if he would be stuck there forever as he pulled wildly to free himself, and finally tumbled backward as the mud finally let loose all at once. He lay there, his pelt now more brown than gray, his right foreleg completely plastered in mud, and panted as he calmed down and recovered from the ordeal.
But satisfaction brought it back.
This thread is semi open xD Anyone with a TreeClan kit or a member of the MockingMagpie family is free to throw them in~
Fawn @poptart Taxx @medusa Silver Phoenix just tagging anyone that might be interested, don't feel obligated!