[iliri]

• Snowbird •
medium-furred, lithe, snow-white molly with heterochromatic blue-and-green eyes
Purrks: N/A
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The warm ways of sun was always a pleasure to be in front of, weren’t they? The petite feline was currently occupied in the midst of the ThunderClan clearing as she essentially sunbathed herself, allowing the bright, golden rays of sunshine to warm her snow-white fur. It was always a thing she would do whenever she was bored or just plain tuckered out from a stressful day—which, is merely a never, in her case. Her well-groomed fur waved blissfully against the chilled breeze that rustled through her coat, enough to contrast a shiver to draw up her spine. Wow, what a beautiful day it was, wasn’t it? Black-tipped ears took notice of a younger voice, a kit speaking angrily to themselves as they were complaining about their… legs? Cracking open an eyelid, the white feline silently scanned the clearing for where the voice had suddenly came from before her sight landed on a young molly named Fawnkit, who had seemingly faceplanted herself onto the ground below and was currently trying to awake her ‘sleeping’ legs. Poor dear, it was probably a bother to have to deal with that. Concern flooding into the petite molly, the feline stood up onto all four paws, allowing her muscles to breifky stretch out for s few seconds before making her way towards the young kit, being sure to swish her tail among her sides to steer away any potential dirt and grime that decided to stick into her medium-long fur coat. She didn’t want anything disgusting to ruin her beautiful fur now, did she?

“Fawnkit?” Her sweet voice came up from behind the young molly, her voice soft enough to ensure that she wasn’t going to cause any potential harm to the young kit. The molly knelt herself down right beside the young molly as mismatched eyes silently scanned the young kit for any potential injuries. Nothing serious was seemingly on her. That was good. “How are you doing, dear? Do you need for me to get you anything?” she questioned, being sure to stabilize that motherly tone that she was using for the young kit, carefully brushing the tip of her tail among her shoulders as she felt her lips draw into a soft smile as she patiently awaited for the young molly to express anything that she possibly needed.

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@{Roach}