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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Dec 16, 2006 13:48:23 GMT -5
Hauntedstar lay on his side beneath the owl tree. The kittens he had gotten from the leader of this clan were now almost three moons old. All were asleep at the moment, or so it appeared. He was grooming his grey fur, souless eyes trained on the surrounding shadows. So far not a single cat had found out that the kittens were there, and to tell the truth, the almost heartless, feirce tom was reluctant to let them go in three moons time. But all the same, he knew that soon they might question why a rogue tom, wiht little interest in almost any cat had three kittens. And why he always fought off anyone that came near, and never let them see other cats, or why perhaps he even had kittens in the first place.
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Dec 16, 2006 13:52:53 GMT -5
Pure kit’s head rose from her sleeping position. She gave a tired yawn, and got up to stretch. Her tabby pelt shook the dirt off. She glanced around for a moment then looked at Haunted star. Hey, you! She chimed, her voice very pleasant.
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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Dec 16, 2006 14:00:16 GMT -5
"Hello there, love." He said, turning his head. His black eyes fixed on her before he dipped his head slightly to acknowledge her. He stretched his front paws out, befor erising gracefully, and picking up some herbs. He then set them down near her, and nodded to them, silently reffering to eat if she desired.
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Dec 16, 2006 14:05:45 GMT -5
Pure kit stared at the herbs for a few moments. She didn’t want to disappoint him so she ate them. What’re we doing today? She asked with enthusiasm. Pure kit had taken the idea that this was one of her parents, Haunted star had been the first one she saw when her eyes had begun to open.
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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Dec 16, 2006 14:09:01 GMT -5
"I was thinking of allowing the three of you to taste some meat later on. Or perhaps, a story or something. Have you any preferances?" The tom's low voice was level, but slightly warmer than when regaurding grown cats. He had to admit, he did have a particularly soft spot for younger cats, like kittens. He shifted slightly so that the sun did not shine directly onto him. Because of habit, the sunlight being on him unless he was dozing or basking made him feel rather ungaurded and out in the open.
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Dec 16, 2006 14:14:41 GMT -5
I am up for anything! Tasting meat sounds great. Pure kit mewed. I sure hope it is… She added silently. She looked up at him for a moment, her coffee colored optics filled with admiration towards her ‘parent’, but her gaze quickly wandered elsewhere. Pure kit was ordinary as any kit, but she had something special about her; a ring of clarity seemed to engulf the kit. She was pure and untouched by the evilness of the world.
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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Dec 21, 2006 15:08:32 GMT -5
"Very well. Wake your siblings, and I'll get you a mouse to try."
The tom rose and disapeared into the shadows, stalking a mouse. He caught one within moments, and then returned.
Nightkit snuffled in her sleep. The black kitten was awfully small, even as the oldest.
[ooc] you know its bad. i know its bad. my horse has colic. =/ [/ooc]
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Dec 23, 2006 17:40:59 GMT -5
[ Ok. ]
Purekit nodded. She stumbled over to her siblings and nudged both of them carefully. Wake up you two, were trying meat today! She mewed. Her pelt ruffled by a small breeze, which made her shiver a bit. Leafbare will be here soon... She thought.
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