Blossom sighed, "Little kitten, it won't be fun, it'll be boring and dull and nothing fun is going to happen. We're just... just..." Blossom looked at the kit. He kept persisting, his face pleading. Blossom's heart crumbled. She couldn't remember being that young, but she had a small memory of herself huddling in the woods, cold and alone. She was scared for the kit that he could get lost, or hurt. @
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“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.”
― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream