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Post by Whitefire on Jun 22, 2016 9:32:04 GMT -6
Tinywhisker couldn't get over the fact that she had kits. Even though she had only three, Tinywhisker was thrilled. However she was panicking and feeling guilty. She hadn't any contact with them whatsoever since their birth, but she really wanted to meet them. Curling her tail over her front paws, Tinywhsiker remained a still statue in the sunrise of the morning. As the sun peeked over the horizon, it's rays spilled across the forest and lit it with a certain kind of glowing paradise. Well, not really, but it looked very pretty.
There went her mind again, currently distracted. Shaking off the thoughts of a morning-lit forest mentally, Tinywhisker's bright green eyes snapped to attention and she let out a soft growl. Ears flicking slightly, Tinywhisker's tail twitched according to her thoughts. Still, the statue of a dark ginger she-cat remained fairly close to the apprentice's den. If she couldn't meet her children yet, she might as well observe the camp from here. And watch her kids wake.
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