[Rose]

Originally Posted by Sakura.

WhiteKit noms on a stick, sharpening her tiny fangs… She was bored, and it was busy in here… It annoyed her…

Sweetbriar
She/Her | The Siren
Wendigo's Song Purrk

Mismatched blue and amber hues scrutinized the nursery as Sweetbriar poked her head inside. Where was her starsdamned brother, hm? Frowning, the tall calico allowed her gaze to flit across the numerous amount of kits (too many, in Sweetbriar’s obviously super valid opinion).

“Yo, kid.” She called to the one closest, and then cringed. Was that one eating a… stick? The hell? Whatever. Wasn’t her problem. “Have you seen Rushing..” ah, wait, damn. Her little brother wasn’t so little anymore. He was Rushingpaw, not kit. Oops.