- Jan 14, 2024
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Theres a cold breeze that sweeps through the moor, gray clouds billowing above and snow slowly dusting the grassy plains. Happily warm, Spotkit finds himself tucked in to the safety of his mothers side, waking from a dream that jerks him from his once peaceful slumber. Wide eyes blink groggily, towards the cinnamon and sun splashed pelt of his mother. Shes sleeping too, he realizes as he watches the slow rise and fall of her flank. He moves his gaze to her face, where her own blue eyes are fluttered shut and a peaceful expression takes the stress from her jaw, from where her lips purse a little too tight. He thinks she looks better this way, asleep, with nothing to bother her.
She looks so peaceful that he decides to just let her sleep instead of shifting in the nest until she inevitably woke up from it. He slips out from her side and in to the nursery entrance, where the aforementioned wind batters the gorse walls and tugs at a thin kitten pelt. Wonder sparks "What is this stuff?" he knows exactly what it is. Cherrytuft, his mama, had mentioned it was snowing. She had brought some in to the nursery at some point. "It's cold." no, really? He had stuck his nose in it last time, leaving his nose freezing; thankfully a lesson had been learned, no more putting his nose in snow.
"Look what I can do." he calls out to no one in particular, taking a few hesitant steps in to camp as a chill seeps in through his paw pads. Perhaps a lesson had been learned about his nose, but it did not apply to elsewhere... He flops in to the snow, rolling around before he gets back up with a shiver. Left in his wake was a vague reminder of a cat, barely resembling one as he stares at the indent he left. "Thats me." he'd state happily, waiting for someone to acknowledge it.
She looks so peaceful that he decides to just let her sleep instead of shifting in the nest until she inevitably woke up from it. He slips out from her side and in to the nursery entrance, where the aforementioned wind batters the gorse walls and tugs at a thin kitten pelt. Wonder sparks "What is this stuff?" he knows exactly what it is. Cherrytuft, his mama, had mentioned it was snowing. She had brought some in to the nursery at some point. "It's cold." no, really? He had stuck his nose in it last time, leaving his nose freezing; thankfully a lesson had been learned, no more putting his nose in snow.
"Look what I can do." he calls out to no one in particular, taking a few hesitant steps in to camp as a chill seeps in through his paw pads. Perhaps a lesson had been learned about his nose, but it did not apply to elsewhere... He flops in to the snow, rolling around before he gets back up with a shiver. Left in his wake was a vague reminder of a cat, barely resembling one as he stares at the indent he left. "Thats me." he'd state happily, waiting for someone to acknowledge it.
