- Jul 27, 2022
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The feeling of the suns rays against her rosetted spine feels like an embrace from an old friend; today promised a beginning of mild new-leaf weather with its clear blue sky and luke-warm breeze. For once, as the deputy's paws carry her through the still-withered undergrowth, they carry a certain sense of leisure, she is free from responsibility today. Beside Roeflame, the broad-shouldered form of her mate brushing against her shoulder prompts the she-cat to cast a side-long glance in his direction.
"I told you it was going to be nice out today," Roeflame hummed with a playful tone of triumph, not that Burnstorm had doubted her prediction in the first place, but the fact that she was right still put an extra pep in her step. "New-leaf is here, finally." The tail-end of leafbare was like living in a grey wasteland, making the suns presence feel extra special.
In her natural pause, a thought crosses Roeflame's mind, one that had been echoing in the back of her skull more and more lately. "The nursery is bound to fill up soon, even more so than now, it'll be nice to have a camp full of little paws that we can actually feed, won't it?" There's no explicit probing in her tone, but it's an exploratory step onto the topic of kits- a topic still shrouded by Roeflame's own uncertainty. What does he think? Does he? The brassed tabby hopes her glance in his direction is inconspicuous, "it's hard to believe our kit's were the little paws nearly four seasons ago." There's a near incredulous breath of laughter that pushes itself from Roeflame's maw then, it truly was a reality difficult to wrap her mind around.

"I told you it was going to be nice out today," Roeflame hummed with a playful tone of triumph, not that Burnstorm had doubted her prediction in the first place, but the fact that she was right still put an extra pep in her step. "New-leaf is here, finally." The tail-end of leafbare was like living in a grey wasteland, making the suns presence feel extra special.
In her natural pause, a thought crosses Roeflame's mind, one that had been echoing in the back of her skull more and more lately. "The nursery is bound to fill up soon, even more so than now, it'll be nice to have a camp full of little paws that we can actually feed, won't it?" There's no explicit probing in her tone, but it's an exploratory step onto the topic of kits- a topic still shrouded by Roeflame's own uncertainty. What does he think? Does he? The brassed tabby hopes her glance in his direction is inconspicuous, "it's hard to believe our kit's were the little paws nearly four seasons ago." There's a near incredulous breath of laughter that pushes itself from Roeflame's maw then, it truly was a reality difficult to wrap her mind around.
┌── I GOT A POCKET
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A POCKET FULL OF SUNSHINE ──┐
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@BURNSTORM
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⭃ petite cinnamon silver ticked tabby with murky green eyes & a small scar over her left eye.
⭃ mate to Burnstorm ☀ mentor to Dovepaw & Dwindlingpaw
⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ☀ underline and tag when attacking
⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.