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Originally Posted by Cave
Fawnkit purred as her mothers tail wrapped around her, she kneaded at her mother's belly. She didn't feel much like playing she really just wanted a nap, Fawnkit would only play occasionally and even then it was mostly low effort play, like batting a mossball around a few times or swatting at her mothers tail. She was quite small for a kit her age, but maybe she would grow into a decently sized warrior, only time could tell. The small kit yawned with a squeak and started falling asleep surrounded by the warmth of her mother. (if you want me to add more just pm me or vm me) |
(Nah it's fine ^^)
The fiery molly stroked her kits fur with her tail. She was such a fragile looking kit small yet full of life and it brought Flamingrose such joy. How can such a tiny thing bring some cat such joy? A bundle of of tan fur that's so small and sweet. She thought feeling more like this was a dream. How could she be a mother? It was the most shocking thing she could imagine. Just a few moons ago her thoughts were full of being made a warrior, hunting for her Clan protecting what was rightfully ThunderClans and not being treated like an apprentice. And now she was trying to figure out how to raise a good kit to be a grate cat for her Clan. This was nothing like what she had planned for her life but this was better then ever imagined. Sighing Flamingrose rapped herself around the small figure snuggled up to her. It was so peaceful in the nursery.