WAITING FOR THE WORLD TO END ☆ o, RAT ATTACK

[lovekit.]

IT TOOK A LITTLE TIME
[align=center]TO MAKE A LITTLE BETTER

IT'S ONLY GOING UP

JUST ONE THING THEN ANOTHER

lovekit — the typhoon — tags

Confusion. That was all Lovekit could feel as the earth beneath him began to rumble, with no discernable reason as to why. He had only been in Palmclan for a brief time since discovering it, but he was fairly sure this wasn't normal. Pushing himself up to his paws, the hybrid stumbled a bit, looking around the nursery in confusion. He could see all of the queens getting up, or curling their tail protectively around their children, their eyes wide with fear and similar confusion to himself. With his ears pinned down against his head, Lo turned towards the entrance of the nursery, only to hear Sugarspice's desperate, yet reassuring call. He was surprised that his name was called alongside the names of kits that he had learned lived within the clan, but not disappointed. It felt nice to be cared about, even if he wasn't exactly unfamiliar with the concept. After all, his mother – only his mom, now – cared about him very much, but it was still odd, being cared for by someone he barely knew.

The young male stumbled over his own paws as he went padding towards the entrance to the nursery, a soft squeak leaving him as he fell onto his belly. Behind Sugarspice, Lo could have sworn that he saw the shadows of several somethings rapidly scattering around the camp. Feeling both fear and excitement rush through his limbs, Lovekit said with bright and wide green eyes, "A game? Follow the leader? Okay! But where are we going? It looks like there's a lot of people behind you... is Palmclan having visitors?" The child stepped forward a bit, trying to look over Sugarspice's shoulder and see the swarming rats that were all around. The boy was frightened when, suddenly, one of the rats slipped past Sugar, squeaking and hissing loudly as it infiltrated the nursery. Panicking, Lovekit brought his paw down upon the rat's back, only for it to twist around and snap its jaws onto his paw. Letting out a squeak, the kit shook his paw around desperately, eventually knocking the rat into the wall and causing it to release its grip on his foot. As he held his slightly bleeding paw against his chest, Lo whined weakly, "These visitors aren't very friendly! You should kick them out!" He wished his mom was here. She'd make sure that they left immediately.