07-15-2018, 10:47 PM
Blame Séamus. Keona would not, of course, but it really was his fault she ended up in this situation. Granted, it would have happened one day, with or without intervention from her uncle. The tiny kitten had a track record of growing bored rather early into the day. Her restless nature, alongside a short attention span, made it far too easy for her to lose interest or to get herself into some kind of trouble.
Trouble, such as getting tangled up in a ball of yarn. It had started off fine enough. The petite striker pawed and bounced the ball to and fro, finding the string trail something of an amusement once she discovered it on accident - practically falling on her face. Her uncle had kept things brief; it was a ball of yarn. In the kitten's mind, the only truly registered word was ball. Ball meant it was something to be thrown, kicked, and batted around.
The fact that it unwound only made the game more entertaining, until Keona found herself caught. The ball had been nearly the size of her, now it was mostly spread about - with the majority tangled up around the kitten's tiny legs. She promptly fell over with a startled "oof!" bewildered at the sudden predicament she found herself in. Achieving the opposite of helping herself, she tried rolling over, sure she could get it all off her if she just flipped herself around.
That didn't work.
For a few minutes, it was a new game. She had to escape the ball of yarn now, instead of bat it around. Once she found herself more and more tangled however, she began to grow distraught. It wasn't fun anymore. With her ears flicked sharply back, Keona craned her neck, inhaling sharply through her nose. Her uncle must've wandered off; left her to her own devices. No doubt the intent of the yarn was to keep her busy, though whether or not this was the planned result could be debated. Even Keona wouldn't put it past her Uncle Sea, given how her father and Uncle Raz seemed to view him. Mischievous and all that. She didn't think it was intentional, but she certainly was stuck.
I don't like this game anymore.
Trouble, such as getting tangled up in a ball of yarn. It had started off fine enough. The petite striker pawed and bounced the ball to and fro, finding the string trail something of an amusement once she discovered it on accident - practically falling on her face. Her uncle had kept things brief; it was a ball of yarn. In the kitten's mind, the only truly registered word was ball. Ball meant it was something to be thrown, kicked, and batted around.
The fact that it unwound only made the game more entertaining, until Keona found herself caught. The ball had been nearly the size of her, now it was mostly spread about - with the majority tangled up around the kitten's tiny legs. She promptly fell over with a startled "oof!" bewildered at the sudden predicament she found herself in. Achieving the opposite of helping herself, she tried rolling over, sure she could get it all off her if she just flipped herself around.
That didn't work.
For a few minutes, it was a new game. She had to escape the ball of yarn now, instead of bat it around. Once she found herself more and more tangled however, she began to grow distraught. It wasn't fun anymore. With her ears flicked sharply back, Keona craned her neck, inhaling sharply through her nose. Her uncle must've wandered off; left her to her own devices. No doubt the intent of the yarn was to keep her busy, though whether or not this was the planned result could be debated. Even Keona wouldn't put it past her Uncle Sea, given how her father and Uncle Raz seemed to view him. Mischievous and all that. She didn't think it was intentional, but she certainly was stuck.
I don't like this game anymore.
code by spacexual
![[Image: lZWb1ER.png]](https://i.imgur.com/lZWb1ER.png)