Hiding in a Bundle of Cotton;; OPEN

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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify]Calypsopaw glanced down as she felt something at her paw. Blinking at the kit who she didn't know but seemed to know her, she'd look back up at Jasmine. It wasn't really her place to say, though it would be nice. Seeing that the older femme said that she'd like that, Cally raised her shoulders in a shrug. "Go for it." She said to Morningkit. If Joker did have kittencough, then it'd be nice to have someone report to her if anything went wrong. After all, they didn't want a breakout on their hands. Smiling at Jasmine, she'd slightly lower her cranium. "My pleasure!" She chirped, flicking her ear.

    [align=center]Thank you, ma'amses." She fumbled around her word so that the 'ma'am' went around for two cats instead of one. She had no clue who the other she-cat was but she was determined to make friends.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; height: 200px; width: 240px; overflow: auto; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 8pt; color: black; text-align:justify]God knows what is hiding in those weak and drunken hearts
    Guess he kissed the girls and made them cry
    Those hard-faced queens of misadventure
    God knows what is hiding in those weak and sunken lives
    Fiery throngs of muted angels
    Giving love but getting nothing back, oh


    Letting her smile linger upon her face as Jasmine's gaze stayed upon the doctor while she responded, the femme nodded her head before flicking her eyes back down to Joker. He was so young and innocent and shouldn't have been put through what he had just gone through. What type of a mother would abandon her poor son in this harsh weather? Apparently his mother and her own biological parent. Jasmine wouldn't call that person her 'mother', because a mother was someone who looked after their child and loved them. That wasn't her 'mother'.


    "C'mon Joker, let's go some place warmer where you can sleep," she murmured, knowing that this long, exhausting day would have taken a toll on the kitten. Aiming to pick him up by his scruff again, Jasmine used her paw to place the pastel green scarf around the kitten and herself before flicking her tail in a motion that she was leaving notifying Morningkit that she was free to come if she wanted to.


    #PCcontest2013swings[/fancypost]

    [align=center]Morningkit smiled toward Joker's new mommy, Jasmine. As they started to take off Mornigkit started to introduce herself, "Sorry for not using my manners, I am Morningkit- the Gardener- but you can call me Mornie. What's your name?"

    [Justify][size=8][color=white]Joker let out a small squeal of protest but seeing he was soon bundled up and picked up the noises stop as he stared at the strangers with his big amber eyes. He was already nodding off then, his eyes fluttering every so often as they slowly got heavier and it was hard for the kitten to hold them open. He slowly watched the world fade with each blink in his mother's maw as he drifted off to sleep in the comfort of the scarf and the scent of Jasmine wafting around him.

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    [size=20pt]senta schwartz

    [fancyimage]http://warriorcatsrpg.com/Them…vEa528wp86H_7OPsy7ZQX.png[/fancyimage] [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 200; height: 280; overflow: auto; width: 200px; height: 280px][font=times new roman]"He's an adorable tike I'll give him that." huckled the she-cat as she watched him nod off to sleep, a kindly warm smile on her face.




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    #PCcontest2013peyton

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