[elio]

.•° ꕥ °•.
Laurelkit

windclan kit
she / her
°•. ꕥ .•°

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Inverted Devil ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

✥ Laurelkit sat within the milky scented, warm confines of the brambly nursery and licked diligently at her already pristine watercolour pelt. Ocenaic and verdant hues flicked over waking and dozing form as if they were the same… lazy… the little had been up for houuurrrrrsssss and in all honesty she was feeling pretty good about that fact, unbeknownst to her that sleep was actually something fundamentally important… then againnnn… in her little empire of her mind the court agreed in unison, yes yes - unanimously she was better, simply better, never lacking. Tiny oriental body curled up in a down and moss nest and Laurel kit couldn’t help but pout at the fact that her court only resided in the annals her own over active mind… it wasn’t her fault she she was better than them all… it was isolating and a little lonely, not that she ever really knew or would admit that, but she sort of had a marvellous idea that if she put on her pretty little mask to hide the darkness maybe just maybe she’d be able to get a real like following of loyal plebeians, who knew… it was just a drifting thought as the little one slipped into the sleep she had been lacking as starry pelt made its way across the sky as the sun chased them back into the golden embrace of the day… maybe… a definite good idea from Windclans victor but what was an even better idea was the royalsized nap that the Imperatrix had earned after a morning spent over a mouse that had single handily solved all of her problems and thus sowed eternal peace amongst the commoners in their sad little common place with their everyday thoughts which lacked the uniqueness of her ever so colourful mind.

[ horrid activity post but Laurel you don’t get to go missing ]