[Hopekit]

Originally Posted by Charmer

Yeeeeeeah. I wanted to see some kitten cuddles

( Aww!! )

The she-kit tentatively awoke as she felt a new presence besides hers to the annoying darkness and shadows that whatever made her see burdened her with. She wiggled towards it with the strong determination of a newborn kit, sensing that it was tiny like her. The newborn she-kit struggled a bit before reaching the new thing, feeling satisfying warmth beneath the softness of its fur. It was a kitten, like her. Small. Unlike the cat she sense was huge that was standing right next to her. She had a bombardment of questions about this new kitten besides her; if she hadn't, she'd be defying her nature. Curiously, she poked it hesitantly with a soft paw. A new feeling of comfort and safety reached her brain and she began to cuddle with the new kitten. The softness and warmth of the fur was reassuring, and she continued happily. All the while, still half asleep.
I wonder when I'm going to find the end of this dark blackness that keeps annoying me. Why is it there, anyway? She thought to herself, a slight twitch of amusement showing in the smallest curl of her mouth, one that turned her facial expression into something one might call a "smile". It wasn't so much a smile as it was a frown, but still she didn't bother taking the time to change her expression. Besides, a frown would certainly, if she was being truthful to herself, suit the occasion. The annoyance and frustration she received from this unbending shadow that covered her view would certainly result in her frowning, if not worse. (aka throwing a tantrum) I wonder what I should do now. Once I've slept for a while it takes a while for me to find exhaustion once more... As she excluded this option mentally, she found herself listening to the urgent and angry sounds of her stomach growling; signaling her hunger. She had forgotten to eat, and now hunger clawed at her belly. What would she eat? Cuddled with this kitten, she had felt so comfortable she had completely forgotten about the troubles she would later have; this, she guessed, was one of them. Then, without anything else she could do to think of, and without thinking at all, she mewled rather loudly. The sound came out of her mouth happily, slipping smoothly off her tongue and sounding through the nursery.
Still not content and with the gloomy emptiness in her belly unfilled, she flailed her paws urgently. She cuddled closer to the mysterious and still currently unknown kitten. The she-kit found herself accidentally swiping her paw softly, slightly, but still able to feel and actually quite painful for the swipe of a kit, on one of her fathers. Unknowing if she had done something wrong, or sensing she had harmed one of the presences that provided her warmth, she began mewling softly. The newborn kit tried to keep the sound to a minimum, as not to disturb the kitten she was cuddling with, but soon both the hunger and the unknowingness turned her soft mewling into harsher mews. Suddenly, and without knowing it, she gave one small, last mewl. Yet this was a mewl like no other. It was loud; not just normal loudness, but a blasting loudness you'd usually only hear in the urgentest of shrieks. It also was filled with a few contrasting emotions; frustration, joy, comfort, annoyance, safety, and helplessness.