Ashkit has been a shadow all day—well, a shadow that forgets to be quiet sometimes. He trails the nameless kit from a careful distance, paws light but tail giving him away more than once. Every time the other kit pauses, Ashkit freezes, wide-eyed, pretending very hard to be a rock or a clump of grass or absolutely anything that is not a nosy kit with too much energy. Now, he finally settles into a spot that feels perfect enough. A dip in the grass. A bit of brush. Not invisible, but close. He crouches low, belly nearly brushing the ground, ears pricked forward so hard they almost tip him over. His eyes shine as he watches the kit ahead of him, every tiny movement sending a fizz of excitement through his paws.
He wiggles. It starts with his hindquarters, a barely-contained twitch that turns into a full, delighted shimmy. His tail flicks once, twice, then stills as he forces himself to wait. His paws knead the dirt without him meaning them to, claws pricking the earth as if it's the only thing keeping him from exploding forward too soon. Wait. Wait... Now! Ashkit launches himself out of cover with a squeak he absolutely did not plan to make. His paws stretch forward, body light and fast, all clumsy confidence and unfiltered enthusiasm. He aims straight for the other kit's side, intending to knock them over in a tumble of limbs and laughter and dust. He hits with a soft thump, momentum carrying him through as he tries to bowl them over.
@NAMELESS
He wiggles. It starts with his hindquarters, a barely-contained twitch that turns into a full, delighted shimmy. His tail flicks once, twice, then stills as he forces himself to wait. His paws knead the dirt without him meaning them to, claws pricking the earth as if it's the only thing keeping him from exploding forward too soon. Wait. Wait... Now! Ashkit launches himself out of cover with a squeak he absolutely did not plan to make. His paws stretch forward, body light and fast, all clumsy confidence and unfiltered enthusiasm. He aims straight for the other kit's side, intending to knock them over in a tumble of limbs and laughter and dust. He hits with a soft thump, momentum carrying him through as he tries to bowl them over.
@NAMELESS