moonlitcrypt

Tizzy leaned against her palm, watching the druids play with a layer of disinterest. Sure, it was a more intense game of apple bobbing than normal, it just didn't interest Tizzy enough for her to join herself. After all, she wasn't one for rough housing or anything like that. It didn't help that she was also on the smaller side. However, at Mama Susan's insistence, she gets up to do just that. Leaning against the tub, she idly watches with a detached look. Occasionally getting splashed, her ears pin back while she frowns. Yeah, this didn't interest her in the slightest. As an apple drifts in front of her, though, she squints. Watching a druid try and go for it, a devious idea sparks in her mind, causing a wicked grin to spread over her face. Just before they manage to grip the apple in their teeth, she darts her hand into the water and shoves it away from them, narrowly missing their teeth sinking into her instead. Hearing their confusion, she moves so she's simply the picture of

Hands already washed, Tizzy wasn’t exactly pleased with being dragged into the kitchen, she was trying to make a new costume for this year after all. Grumbling, she sat on the tall stool pulled out for her with a huff. There were other kits running around that she didn’t recognize, either working like they were told to or up to mischief. Tail lashing, she sunk into her crossed arms, glaring at nothing as she pouted. With a strong pat to her back, she jolted upright, sputtering. Whipping around, she locked eyes with Mama Susan who was grinning at her. “No more pouting, kitto! We have some special treats to make,” she practically shouted, clearly in high spirits. The small kit sat there, slightly stunned as her eyes flicked to and from Mama Susan. Don’t get her wrong, Susan was probably her favorite out of the den mothers. However, being so forcefully taken out of her pouting was making it hard for her brain to properly catch up with what was going on. A beat of silence