Time to confuse some people! (And one of Kat's characters sprinkled in, of course.)
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An eager albino lifted his head, excitement dying down as he stared at the nichelings surrounding him. This wasn’t mom, dad, or his siblings. These were nichelings his age laying on a piece of land departed from the nearby land.
His eyes widened for a moment, though he may as well try to figure out why he was here. He brought his snout down to the head of the brown, striped male who lay next to him. “Hello?”
The brown male shot up, quickly brushing off any exhaustion. “Ha- What? Uhm, please repeat?”
“Hello! Who’re you?” The albino smiled at the striped male, reaching a paw out to gently shake the pink female that lay in front of them.
“I’m Cho, son of Bologna.” He trailed off for a moment, looking around at the other sleeping nichelings before landing with his gaze back on the albino. “Who’re you?”
“The name’s Blizzard!” He gave the other male a sweet smile before looking back at the pink female, who was sitting up now.
“Hi?” She sounded a bit confused, blinking her eyes tiredly and bringing her nimble paw up to rub her eyes.
“Hello! What’s your name?”
The pink female stared at Blizzard for a moment before replying with a nervous smile and light mumble.
The albino stared back at her, tilting his head a bit. “What?”
“Pression. I’m Pression. Hi.” She looked down at her paws, shifting her balance nervously to try to be in the most ‘pleasing’ position possible.
“That’s a nice name.” He then pointed over at the pitch black female. “Wake her up?”
The pink female quickly nodded, turning to the other female and gently brushing a paw over their face a few times. “The sun’s out, won’t you come enjoy its rays?”
The fanged female slowly opened her eyes, looking around at the others before sitting up and sporting a confused expression. “Dusk is better. Why’d you touch my face?”
The pink female took a small step back, dipping her head down. “My apologies, just needed to wake you.”
“You touched my face. Faces don’t get touched. No-paw zone.” She waved a paw in front of her own face for exaggeration before turning to stare out at the water. “And my ears are going into a bubble of ‘Cretins go shut up’. Peace!” She flicked her ears, taking all attention away from the group.