A small bundle of fluff was curled at her mother's belly. She couldn't be more content than in this moment, warm protected and all was still. Her siblings were all quietly stirring in their sleep. All of them were really too young to be playful for long, sleep dominating their day. Eat and sleep, that was what her long days consisted of. Unaware of the approaching season of toughness, a season that would most likely take two or three kits from the nursery. Though she didn't play much so she would have plenty of stored energy and be well grown when she left the nursery. Not that she was doing it on purpose. Her eyes were still dominantly blue, though they would change with time to a soft and inviting gold. They looked around, taking everything in, with a calculative calmness. Her tufted ears perked to the small and soft noises in the nursery, watching queens come and go with food, proud fathers visit their loves. It was all beyond her understanding, so young all she could do was watch for entertainment. @
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