Serpentkits paws [o]

As the sun beat down upon the windclan camp, a small black kit slowly stamped from the nursery, his stride wide and tall upon the ground. As he looked out upon the camp, sauntering around the opening, he kept a puffed up chest and heavy step. Patrolling the edge he huffed as he felt what he hoped would not become as regular occurrence. Plopping his rear upon the dirt, he lifted his paw to his mouth and began to bite between his toes, a small twig having lodge itself between his furthest bean and his extra thumb. Gnawing at it, he seemed to be having trouble getting to it properly, making little grumbles of annoyance as he bit at it, his sharp yellow eyes squinting as he tried to find it within his paw again.

Rapidpaw had just gotten back from patrol. She scratched an itch on her ear as she glanced around camp. The happy-go-lucky apprentice got wide happy eyes at the sight of a new kitten. OHH! they could play together maybe!?

She did her classic skip-hop over towards the small black kit and looked with wide eyes at what he was doing. Tilting her head watching him curiously as he seemed to be licking his paws??

She gave a friendly purr of welcome, "Hi, I'm rapidpaw!" she meowed waving her tail at him.

"are you... are you trying to eat your paw?" she giggled in a loving way and inspected him closer...

"ohh... you got something stuck in there?" she meowed almost to herself.

She wondered if she could somehow help get whatever was out.

He paid the apprentice no attention, as if he hadn't heard her, all his attention focused on his predicament, not an iota to spare upon the feline attempting to steal his attention. Growling softly, he continues to bite at his digits, hit tail darting side to side in frustration at his misfortune, cursing the mutation, try to keep his claws retracted as his agitation grew and grew, the heat within his body mounting as his embarrassment and anger snowballed within his tiny frame, the beating sun not helping either.

The small black blip in the snow gave yet another huff as he growled out around his busy teeth "I would appreciate not being watched like my predicament is humorous." He said, address the two she-cats, still refusing to look at them. "I snagged a twig between my toes, and while trying to get the starclan blasted thing out-" He suddenly gave an angry huff, cutting himself off while stamping his little paw on the ground, groaning out in an almost defeated, frustrated tone, "I gnawed it to a point where its too small and I! Can't! Reach it!" He squeaked out, flailing his paw about, exerting more and more effort as he accumulated frustration over his deformity, he thought to be inferiority.