Her maw turned up in a smile and she wrapped her fluffy tail around her sister as her head turned to lick the other cat's shoulder.
"Well, I'll gladly be here to heat you up whenever. What else are big sisters for?" She teased. Despite being the same age, she was bigger than most of their siblings in general anyway, as well as taking on the sort of 'protector' role for all her siblings.
[You're fine!]
Houndear leaned in closer embracing her sisters warmth and asked What’s your favorite prey?
Houndear leaned in closer embracing her sisters warmth and asked What’s your favorite prey?
Pricklewolf she/her | 35 moons
She chuckled softly and shook her head a little, her neck fluff puffing out more.
"Mmm... I gotta say probably squirrel. I like a nice, juicy squirrel. Mmhmmm."
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"O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills," ~ O Captain! My Captain!; Walt Whitman ~ DesertClan Healing
Weepingkit ears jerked up followed by his body as soon as heard Momster's call. Yay! Momster time! The young tom slipped out from the leader's den and more or less jumped on his mother's back as soon as he noticed she was in front of the den.
After attempting to scale to the top of her head so he could drape himself between her ears, he peered down at what she was doing. He immediately began gagging and wrinkled his nose in disgust. "That, what is?" He asked, trying to figure out what the heck that long piece of meat was supposed to be.
"Why no milk?" Milk tasted better than the gross furry critters he was supposed to be eating these days. "Grotto and Fox, Hi!" He squeaked after he finished questioning the clan leader. He had almost forgotten to greet the two siblings who got there before him.