[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px red; width: 350px; border-top: 5px double snow][justify][font=times new roman][color=lightblue] Acornkit would lay on her stomach, watching the long grass next to her blow back with the wind. She pressed her paw against the ground in front of her, making a bright orange flower sprout in its place. The petals were soft to the touch as the girl would stroke it, feeling the wonders of nature. She loved doing this; just sitting, thinking, being alone sometimes. Acornkit loved her clan, and everyone in general, but some connection time with the world kept her centered.
She remembered earlier, when she was talking with Corvid, she hadn't liked the wind and made them go inside. Feeling the hard breeze like cool water flowing through her kit-fur, Acornkit decided that wind might be one of her favorite things. Her emerald eyes hung lazily half closed, and she made another flower, a purple daisy this time, grow next to the orange one. Acornkit thought about how lucky she was to have such a beautiful home. Ah, life was good.
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