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Originally Posted by The Little Robin
The golden brown-furred bobtail watched as the little tom-kitten suckled at her belly, drinking plenty of warm, nutritious milk and it seemed to bring a small tear to her eye as he gave a tiny mew now and then when he finished, his small belly all full and healthy. She watched as he squirmed around in the softened green grass, obviously interested in this new world that he wasn’t even able to see yet. Eventually, the tom-kit found his sister, bumping into her and tumbled onto his back, uttering small cries for help. “Oh, sweetie..” Autumnleaf murmured, leaning her head forward and nudging his tiny body back onto his stomach, “There you go, mommy’s here for you.” She knew very well that he could not hear nor see her yet, but the vibrations and touch of a mother would surely calm his worries and fears as much as possible right now. Autumnleaf watched as he uttered a small, annoyed mewl and crawled back over to her belly, beginning to suckle once again as he decided not to wander again. It made a small smile form on her maw as she watched the kitten give an outstretched yawn and then snuggle up against her long, warm fur as he silently drifted off to dreamland. She gave her son a few licks over the head and back to make sure he was warm and clean as he slept, a rumbling purr coming from her throat. “Stormkit..” The bobtail whispered, to herself now, “That will be your name.” She silently hoped that this was a good choice, naming him after the half-sister that he would never know that died from the smoke of a fire that once went through Thunderclan’s camp many, many moons ago. |
The tom-kit's body vibrated with tiny purrs, and his fur fluffed out. He snuggled into his mothers fur, kneading it gently with his paws. His body wanted to sleep, but he also wanted to leap around and play. Even if he'd likely run into a wall, being unable to hear and see and all. He let out tiny sounds, somewhere between a mewl and a squeak. He was small, much smaller than his sister for sure, but he wasn't weak. He seemed content being alive. His tiny purrs continued, and as he turned, he pawed happily at his sister, who to him, was a lump. He let out a tiny sound of appreciation, it seemed, as his mother helped him. He squiggled, though he found himself unwilling to go much further than a little pile of leaves, which he pushed at with his paws. Stormkit was soothed by the vibrations coming from the milk-smelling she-cat, and he awkwardly made his way back over to her, pawing at her curiously, as he couldn't see her. Stormkit made his way to her tail, pawing at it and finding amusement, swinging his paw at it while keeping his claws in. He didn't even know about his claws yet, this was just fun! Once finished with his bit of fun, he fell back asleep, this time not waking up as soon. He put his muzzle on his paws, purring, and nuzzling up to his mother. He liked sleep, and fun. Soothed by his mothers touch, sleep was easy as he yawned and became still with unconsciousness. He purred still, because he was content. He didn't hear his name, of course, so to him he was just 'thing'. A blind squiggly thing who enjoyed sleep, fun, and exploring. And milk. Other things were unknown to him, of course, he'd have to figure some things out after a bit. When his eyes and ears were open and he could walk.