[The Kitty.]

[ @Slushie ]

Brindlekit
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Brindlekit nibbled at the corners of her jaw as the mottled warrior wrestled herself to her paws, a shower of dark blood pattering the mulch as she dashed clumsily off. Well, there was that, she supposed decidedly. That... That had been quite the sight. Eh - whatever: it was none of the leggy tortie's concerns.

Spinning around with a yawn, Brindlekit floundered drowsily on over toward her father, head flopping back as she collapsed back into the warmth of his hide - today had been a long day, a long but rather interesting day.

"Papa," she murmured, another lengthy yawn expanding open her teeny jaws. "Is tired, papa, is tired."