LOOK BETTER WHEN I'M DRUNK ☆ o, faux prey hunting

[RHINESTONE.]

LEADER ❝ RHINE ❞ PALMCLAN

Rhinestone had come to think of Foamkit as more of a son, rather than anything else, in the time that he had spent around the youngling. For some, it might've been easy to think of the boy as nothing more than a nuisance. Another young mouth to feed and teach, not to mention all the work that would come once Foam reached the age of apprenticehood. Despite this, Rhine had never seen things in that way. Instead, he had just seen Foamkit as a scared and abandoned child, left in a place that he knew very little about. It would've been ridiculous to think of him as a burden, especially considering it wasn't as if Foam had chosen to be within the clan. Over time, Rhine come to be glad for the fact that the kit seemingly saw him as more of a father figure than the leader of the clan. With the only child to his name being adopted ones, before them, Rhinestone had known little to nothing of parenthood. His mother and father had taught him a lot, but it wasn't as if he had expected to have kits. He wasn't exactly interested in shecats, after all. However, he found himself happier this way. He had a family, and he was overwhelmingly glad for that.

Realizing he had been somewhat stuck in his own head, Rhine hastily snapped out of it, a soft chuckle leaving the tom as he watched Foamkit chase the half robot and half plush amalgamation around. It seemed to have the intended effect, if the excited look in Foam's eyes was anything to go by. Of course, when the smaller feline managed to briefly get his paws wrapped up in seaweed, Rhinestone had felt a sudden spike of panic flood through him. He was about to speak up to tell Foam to stop, just so that the boy wouldn't trip over his own paws, but Foamkit had already ripped himself free, and was already beginning to rush back after the piece of "prey." Watching as the child ran around with what was essentially streamers of seaweed hanging off of him, Rhinestone couldn't help the laughter that overcame him, his head hanging low as he burst into chuckles. The amusement distracted him just long enough for his little contraption to go speeding into a rock, coming to an abrupt stop. When Rhine looked back up, the leader found himself musing, "Oh. Well... congratulations, Foamkit! You managed to catch it!" Technically Foam had succeeded by distracting the driver, but... close enough.

NEVER OPENED MYSELF THIS WAY
LIFE IS OURS, WE LIVE IT OUR WAY

— Reggan