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 Posted: Wed Aug 25, 2010 6:35 pm
 Jaci sat by the river shore, staring into the waters. The otter-like permakit was unusually somber today. Sephy and Heru hadn't visited in a long time. It was lonely with no one else around.
If it wasn't for her saucy tongue and lack of tact, she would have attempted to join a tribe. Her manners and the unfortunate fact that she would always remain a kit seemed to count against her though. Which was fine, Jaci couldn't tolerate most others for long periods of time either.
What she really wanted, more than anything else, was a best friend. Someone who she could get along with, who would hang out with her all the time and play with her. Someone she could care for and vise versa. It actually sounded a lot like mates to her, without the mating. Perfect for a perma.
Sadly there didn't seem to be many candidates about. Sephy was awesome, but she was always off somewhere. And no way could her best friend fly; those fluffy wings seriously hampered a Phim's ability to swim! Besides, no adult wanted to hang out with a kit all the time.
The ideal solution would be to find another perma, but they were a lot harder to find that she'd first thought. Jaci let the sun soak through her neon-colored fur while she pondered the matter.
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Posted: Wed Aug 25, 2010 7:27 pm
 No matter how hard he tried to convince himself, life without other kits was just plain boring. It had been a looooong time since Dipstick had played with another kit. He had sworn off having friends ever since his third group of friends had grown up. Everyone always grew up. Except him. It just wasn't fair! What was the big deal about growing up anyway? It couldn't be nearly as much fun as being a kit! But it happened. Being a perma kit, the dalmation spotted kit was destined to be young forever. Dipstick had heard rumors of other perma kits but every time he'd tried tried to find one, he always came back empty handed. Some adult fox had told him one day that if he'd stop trying so hard to find what he was looking for, he would find it. It didn't really make since to the kit but Dipstick had followed the advice regardless and stopped searching. And now he was wandering around, alone. The small black and white kit swatted a pebble out of frustration and it skipped across the water. Amused by this, he swatted a second pebble, a little larger, and it splashed into the water with a satisfying 'plunk'. Although the skipping stone was cool, he liked the 'plunk' stone better.
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Posted: Wed Aug 25, 2010 7:41 pm
Jaci was first alerted to the presence of her vistor by a whoosh as a pebble went sailing over her head. The wind of it's passing ruffled her ears.
Now it wasn't the stone-thrower's fault they hadn't seen Jaci. She had chosen to perch on a small rock shelf, right next to the water. Unless you knew the drop-off was there you wouldn't see it until you stood on the little hill to look down at the water. And it really was little, just big enough to hide a kit.
A second rock went over her head, landing close enough in the water to splash her. Jaci popped her head over the ledge to glare indignantly. The interloper was a kit, white with black spots. For a moment she was distracted, thinking how excellent his coat would be for camo in the water and how much fun they'd have at underwater tag. The indignation came back after a moment though.
"Hey Spotty, watch where you're skipping rocks!"
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Posted: Wed Aug 25, 2010 8:14 pm
Huh? Dipsticks ears perked up and his eyes darted around in confusion. Where had that voice come from? Who had dared to call him 'Spotty'? After a moment of scanning the rocks, he found her. A bright blue head and neon colored ears were peaking up behind some rocks right where he had swatted his.
Of course, Dipsticks first reaction was complete glee. Another kit! Another fox to run around and play tag with and have fun with! Not some boring, love sick adult! The kit was so bright, she'd be a breeze to find in hide-and-go-seek! ...Unless she was hiding behind rocks. Like she had been a few seconds ago. Before she had called him 'Spotty'. So, of course, this reaction didn't last long.
Dipstick soon remembered he had sworn off friends. He didn't want to get hurt and left behind all alone again. And this kit had called him 'Spotty'. Which was rude. His name was definitely not Spotty.
"Watch where your hiding you highlighter!" was the best comeback the little black and white kit could come up with. He knew it was lame the moment he said it but what was done, was done.
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Posted: Wed Aug 25, 2010 8:24 pm
Jaci snorted, jumping up from her ledge and trotting a bit closer. "I'm not a highlighter, I'm a tropical fish! And you are spotty." She tilted her head to examine the male; the tail was too bushy to be a female.
His actual appearance didn't impress her so much as his insult. So far anyone she'd insulted just ignored her or picked her up and chucked her somewhere. He was the first to insult her back.
"'Sides, this is my territory. Why should I have ta watch where I hide?" Jaci came to a spot a yard away from the black and white kit, still looking him over with her bright gold eyes.
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Posted: Wed Aug 25, 2010 8:47 pm
Great, just great. He stumbles upon the first kit he comes into contact with for awhile now and he just has to pick a fight with her. "A tropical fish? Have you ever even seen a tropical fish? And I'm not spotty! They're dots! Not spots!" Dipstick said as he puffed up his fur, trying to look intimidating... But failing miserably.
It was times like these when Dipstick couldn't comprehend why foxes would want to grow up and mate. Girls were sooo not worth it. They always had to have their way and they always started arguments. And cried when they got hurt. And played dirty. Yep, so not worth growing up for.
"Oh, this is your territory? Sorry, I didn't see your name on it." He replied trying to be clever. He could already tell this was going nowhere fast.
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Posted: Wed Aug 25, 2010 9:12 pm
Jaci's tail flicked behind her. "The river is my territory. Why would I hunt in the forest? Squirrels climb and mice hide underground. Rabbits are too fast and everything else is too big." She gave the male a "you should know this" look.
"I get most of my food by fishin' for it. When ya can't grow up ya gotta find something you can hunt. Adults won't help, they got better things to do than babysit all the time."
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Posted: Thu Sep 02, 2010 2:18 pm
"Mice are easy to hunt." Dipstick made a face like he almost couldn't believe the other kit couldn't hunt mice. Who couldn't hunt mice? "Moles are easy too if you know how." He added in a very nonchalant tone.
"How do you catch fish? Don't they just swim away?" Dipstick was about to ask another question when it finally dawned on him what the other kit had said. "Wait! You can't grow up either?!" Excitement bubbled up inside him. Had he finally found someone else who was stuck being a kit forever?
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Posted: Thu Sep 02, 2010 4:59 pm
"What do you mean, 'either'? You're just a normal kit, aren'tcha," Jaci asked, peering at the spotty kit like the answer would just jump off his coat or something.
She couldn't help anwsering his other question either, because in her mind she was the best fox in the world when it came to fishing and she was proud of it. "Well yea, fish swim away. You gotta learn how to move or swim faster than them, and I can do both! Sometimes." The last word was more of a quiet murmer, spoken to the rock under her paws.
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 7:47 pm
"Nope!" Dipstick replied as he trotted closer to the neon kit. "Adults call me a Perma-kit. I'ma kit that never grows up." On one hand, Dipstick was happy he never grew up but on the other hand, it saddened him greatly. He sat down with a huff in front of the bright girl kit.
"So you can swim faster than fish? That's pretty cool." He thought for a few moments before he got an idea and his eyes lit up. "Hey, how about you teach me how to fish, and I'll teach you how to catch mice and stuff! It'll be fun!" The spotted kit wagged his tail eagerly as he watched the other kit.
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 8:21 pm
Jaci considered that information for a moment. "Never met another kit who can't grow up. Guess they don't venture out too often. M' name's Jaci."
She got up and circled the spotty kit, looking him over. After three full rotations she resumed her oringal sitting position. "I could try ta teach ya to swim as fast as me, but that bush on your bum might slow you down a tad. She flicked her own smooth tail, with it's tiny tip of fluff, for empathsis.
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