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Post by Harrowingpride on Jan 3, 2011 0:36:29 GMT -6
Silence. Serenity. Calm. Was this a dream? Or was the nursery truly as quiet as it seemed?
It didn't seem possible, but to Harrowingprides relief, might just be.
She let out a contented sigh, as she sat just outside of the nursery entrance, enjoying the sunlight that warmed her fur.
It had been along time since she had anytime to herself. Usually, she was always tending to kits, her own and the other's.
If you told her that she was always busy, she'd tell you that that's an understatement.
She flicked her tail back and forth happily, glad to have a moment, even if it was 'just a moment' of rest.
It was as if today was her birthday, and this was a kind of gift to her.
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Post by solsticeflight on Jan 3, 2011 0:56:10 GMT -6
(Sorry, deary, your birthday was yesterday. Oh that reminds me... HAPPY /BELATED/ BIRTHDAY! xD) ~Ahh...peace.~
Finally it was quiet. No kits to ask him a million times to play with them. Yes. He was a kit and he knew it, but he didnt enjoy the games. So he enjoyed the little moments of time when the kits where asleep.
The young kit opened one silver blue eye, watching his mother from their nest. He could just make out her dark form sitting just outside the nursery. He opened his other eye and ever so carefully, as not to wake his siblings, the black tom crept out of the nest.
Maybe he could talk to Harrowingpride, then again he could sit quietly beside her, and bask in the sunlight's warmth. So indeed that is what the kit did. Settling down beside his mother, wrapping his tail around him.
They two didnt resemble one another much, maybe just the black fur, or boby structure. Other then that they almost complete opposites, yet no one denied that the orange patched kit was Harowingpride's.
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Post by Harrowingpride on Jan 3, 2011 1:42:36 GMT -6
Harrowingpride flicked an ear back, and looked down at her kit which sat down quietly beside her. She smiled softly at him, and without a word, wrapped her tail around the small kit, and gave him a gentle lick to his forehead. She was grateful that her kit was not coming to ruin the quiet, but enjoy it with her.
The kit himself must have taken his look more from it's fathers side, whomever that might be. Personality on the other hand, he resembled her. He was quiet, and enjoyed solitude, just as she was, and is. He respected quiet, and didn't destroy her peace.
He was definitely one of her more behaved kit.s
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Post by solsticeflight on Jan 3, 2011 2:03:49 GMT -6
~Behaved. Is an understatement.~
First came the tail, then the gently lick. He closed his silver-blue eyes, as the small rumbling purr escaped him. The black kit wrapped his tail around his mother's as best as he could.
He was a little large for his age, having long legs, and a small frame, which would become more defined as he ages. His fur a little darker, but still downy and soft, the patch of reddish orange covering his left eye, more of an orange now. A kit now, but a better warrior later.
The kit wasnt much of an emotion shower, he wasnt one to smile or purr alot, but sometimes there was though rare occasions. Like now for instance. |
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