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Post by Willowkit on Sept 19, 2012 1:36:41 GMT -7
Willowkit sat quietly in the nursery. Her eyes were closed and her posture was straight as she sat, stone still in her mother's nest. Although she demanded her own, Willowkit had to admit that she was still too young for her own nest.
To many, it would look like Willowkit was simply sleeping upright, or just sitting around with her eyes closed. In fact, she was doing neither. Well...she was doing the second one, but she was doing it for a reason.
Willowkit was listening to music, the music all around that nature created. Straining her ears, she could hear leaves whistling, shaking with the breeze. She could hear Silentstar out in the camp and someone scratching the ground. The wind was the best music. Howling in fury during a storm, or singing softly on a peaceful day like today. The song of life was one worth listening to.
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Post by Breezefoot on Sept 19, 2012 15:29:13 GMT -7
A small, slim-built she-cat watched the small kit, her sea-blue eyes still and calm. She surveyed her little daughter, still exceptionally young. The queen was proud that her kit was aware of beauty, like so many others ignored it from day-to-day. The sounds to be heard, the voices to speak. They all seemed to be forged into Willowkit's mind, and it amazed the she-cat.
She made her prescence be known to the young kit, licker Willowkit's head gently, a small purr in her throat. "Learning from the voices today?" She whispered softly in lay down in her nest and sighed, putting her head on the edge. her kit's ear. She lay down in her and Willowkit's nest and put her head on the edge, letting out an exhausted sigh. |
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Post by Willowkit on Sept 19, 2012 17:48:46 GMT -7
Willowkit opened her eyes when she felt a warm tongue on her head and sensed a familiar prescence beside her. Turning her head, Willowkit's wide blue eyes stared at the comforting face of her mother, her protector.
She smiled gently. Yes, she was learning from the voices, in a way at least. Nodding happily at her mother, she scooted around until her body was facing the fluffy pelt of Breezepelt.
"Yes the voices were talking to me."
They did that sometimes.
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Post by Breezefoot on Sept 20, 2012 15:19:08 GMT -7
The queen licked her kit's ears, taking Willowkit onto her paws. "I'll give you a small wash..Just so you feel clean all day..." Breezefoot ran her tounge over her daughter's soft, downy kit-fur, purring a bit. Willowkit didn't look at all like her mother, mostly in just pelt difference.
The queen pulled her closer and ran her rouh tounge over Willowkit's chest, checking for any ticks or fleas in the process. They rudely invaded one's sleep, and were a nasty business to get rid of.
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Post by Willowkit on Sept 20, 2012 15:54:21 GMT -7
Willowkit squeaked softly when she felt her mother's tongue running over her silver pelt. Wriggling her small body, she struggled to squirm away from her mother, mewing softly in protest all the while.
"I'm clean, honest I am mum!"
She doubted that anything she said would change her mother's mind, but she figured it was worth a try at least. She would much rather be sitting outside in the camp, then stuck being groomed in the nursery.
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