[teddy.]

The prickle of anixety that crept up his spine was gone as Spiritkit squeezed his way in between Eveningmists front legs, contently bathing in his piney scent. "I'm fine!" He waved a little white paw in dismissal up at the tom, tilting his head up in the direction of where he assumed his claimed companion was facing.

The brown and white smudge in front of them had a potent smell of Rosemary and... fear? Worry? He couldn't pin point it but there was a faint taint of something sour going on.

All the while, his purr never stopped. The kitten was prickly but once you got past his outter layer, you were claimed for life by his needy little soul. And Eveningmist had ended up (unknownly to both) Spiritkits favourite feline in the clan.

@Jackpot