- Sep 5, 2023
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For her first two moons, she does not leave the nursery often. And Heathkit is silent, one would be hard-pressed to have heard her speak a word. But she does watch, pallid blue eyes wide as she peers across the WindClan camp and watches warriors with colorful pelts streak across what she knows to call home. She understands what that means, but she does not have a word for it. Instead she can only base it on how she feels. It feels like Brightshine's warm fur and Heavy Snow's eyes.
These cats out here are part of her too.
Heathkit moves closer to the edge of the nursery. She glances back to look for her siblings, but she does not call out to them. Her little head whips around again and latches onto a brown-winged butterfly dancing close to their humble abode. Heathkit's eyes dilate and her rump wriggles as she leaps—and fails—crashing down onto her chin with a pained yelp.
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@PINK-KIT @downykit @FINCHKIT
These cats out here are part of her too.
Heathkit moves closer to the edge of the nursery. She glances back to look for her siblings, but she does not call out to them. Her little head whips around again and latches onto a brown-winged butterfly dancing close to their humble abode. Heathkit's eyes dilate and her rump wriggles as she leaps—and fails—crashing down onto her chin with a pained yelp.
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littermate tags but no need to wait for them!
@PINK-KIT @downykit @FINCHKIT