Kit couldn't believe it. Less than an hour ago it had been a normal, sunny day, and now? It was a blizzard. She was just glad her partner was still safe at home; she'd just been making a quick run to the grocery store for a few things, and hadn't expected to be long.
The first flakes of snow had started to come down almost just as she'd been exiting the store, which was weird, since there weren't even any clouds. It hadn't taken long for the wind and snow to pick up, though and soon Kit was stuck in near white-out conditions. What had started an amusing oddity had quickly lost its fun. Her paws were getting numb, the icy wind seemed to cut right through her fur (which by now was all wet thanks to the snow), and she could barely see where she was going.
Not to mention that the snow was starting to pile up, making walking even more difficult. Kit didn't know if she'd be able to make it home like this, but she knew she'd have to find some sort of shelter soon, or she'd be in trouble...
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Babysitter Anyone?
Ahh! No, babies! Stay away from those! You could get-
[It was about then that the cluster of tiny Digimon upset the rack of garden tools and sent them clattering to the ground... and in the case of the handle of one particular rake, onto Kit's head.]
-Ow! ...hurt.
[She sighed. It was becoming obvious that this wasn't working. Pattamon wasn't having any better luck, with two of the babies playing tug-of-war with his big wing-ears, much to his dismay.
Looked like there was only one thing to do. She pulled out her flupe and began to play, hoping its magic would trump whatever was making the babies run around all crazy.]
We Can Rebuild It
[While Kit wasn't much with a hammer and nails, and was obviously unsuited for any heavy work, painting was one thing she could do. And that's what she was doing now, slathering white paint onto the outside wall of a shopfront while humming a little tune to herself. She also kept an ear out just in case someone called for her; besides painting, she was also fetching tools and supplies for people who needed them. It was a lot of work, but the owner of the shop had promised free food to anyone willing to help out, and she had never been one to turn down food.
She sighed, though, looking at where the paint had dripped onto her clothed and fur.]
Wily-Kit | Thundercats (2011)
Kit couldn't believe it. Less than an hour ago it had been a normal, sunny day, and now? It was a blizzard. She was just glad her partner was still safe at home; she'd just been making a quick run to the grocery store for a few things, and hadn't expected to be long.
The first flakes of snow had started to come down almost just as she'd been exiting the store, which was weird, since there weren't even any clouds. It hadn't taken long for the wind and snow to pick up, though and soon Kit was stuck in near white-out conditions. What had started an amusing oddity had quickly lost its fun. Her paws were getting numb, the icy wind seemed to cut right through her fur (which by now was all wet thanks to the snow), and she could barely see where she was going.
Not to mention that the snow was starting to pile up, making walking even more difficult. Kit didn't know if she'd be able to make it home like this, but she knew she'd have to find some sort of shelter soon, or she'd be in trouble...
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Babysitter Anyone?
Ahh! No, babies! Stay away from those! You could get-
[It was about then that the cluster of tiny Digimon upset the rack of garden tools and sent them clattering to the ground... and in the case of the handle of one particular rake, onto Kit's head.]
-Ow! ...hurt.
[She sighed. It was becoming obvious that this wasn't working. Pattamon wasn't having any better luck, with two of the babies playing tug-of-war with his big wing-ears, much to his dismay.
Looked like there was only one thing to do. She pulled out her flupe and began to play, hoping its magic would trump whatever was making the babies run around all crazy.]
We Can Rebuild It
[While Kit wasn't much with a hammer and nails, and was obviously unsuited for any heavy work, painting was one thing she could do. And that's what she was doing now, slathering white paint onto the outside wall of a shopfront while humming a little tune to herself. She also kept an ear out just in case someone called for her; besides painting, she was also fetching tools and supplies for people who needed them. It was a lot of work, but the owner of the shop had promised free food to anyone willing to help out, and she had never been one to turn down food.
She sighed, though, looking at where the paint had dripped onto her clothed and fur.]
I'm probly gonna need a bath after this...