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    cottonkit.[/size][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#2A5774 bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px]© funhouse.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#5CB7BF bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#84D7C9 bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#ADD9CF bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white bordercolor=transparent; border-radius: 0em 0em 2em 2em; width: 400px][justify][font=georgia] [size=8]The tomkit appeared proud, despite the soft steps that currently strode his toward the shore and the sheepishly prideful smile that was broad across his muzzle. It was quite recent that Cottonkit climbed his tree, and he adored the idea of climbing for his own purposes, to which even he wasn't sure of. What he did know, however, catching a glimpse of the tree from the edge of his vision while he settled into a seat so that the frosty water lapped at his toes, was that he had accomplished something even after taking a brief interest into it, and he allowed himself mental confident praise, an ear flicking as Cottonkit glanced into his reflection from the brief refill of dampness onto the shore, soon the wave releasing back into the ocean. Ah, he was on the road to striving to be his best, tail flicking happily. He was a healthy child, really, and it the confident feeling mildly seeping through him was natural, considering Cottonkit was impressed quite easily and had been excitable decently. Admittedly, it was a small achievement, but he was looking forward to telling his parents of the miniature accomplishment.


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    ah, his child. his own child. it was amazing, wasn't it?
    cherryblod had finally received what he'd wanted most in his life. most would want power, and to become one's strongest. however, all that cherryblod wanted was to settle down and have children of his own. he'd already completed that 'power' goal a long, long time ago away.
    "mm, hello cottonkit." the physician greeted his son with a flick of his alabaster tail as he trotted over to him. a genuine smile graced the male's features, feeling quite happy as of late.
    #cherryblodinsignia14

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    cottonkit.[/size][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#2A5774 bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px]© funhouse.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#5CB7BF bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#84D7C9 bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#ADD9CF bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white bordercolor=transparent; border-radius: 0em 0em 2em 2em; width: 400px][justify][font=georgia] [size=8]Cottonkit was dug up from being buried in his thoughts nearly immediately, the kitten swiftly gazing over to his father, giving a quick sneeze as he turned his body to face him, Cotton's light royal blue orbs holding Cherryblod's albino pale pinks. [b]"Hi, dad." Cottonkit greeted in return, voice quite clear. "Guess what happened today?" He then inquired, tucking his paws into the sand a bit as he mildly beamed up at Cherryblod, youthful spirit anxious to tell him, yet considerably patient. Cottonkit was aware that it wasn't so amazing to feel the need to blurt it out to the world; but at two months old, he also knew it was something to be proud of for a little while. Just for a moment, the alabaster kitten wondered if his father had ever climbed. It was likely, he presumed.


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    cottonkit.[/size][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#2A5774 bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px]© funhouse.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#5CB7BF bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#84D7C9 bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#ADD9CF bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white bordercolor=transparent; border-radius: 0em 0em 2em 2em; width: 400px][justify][font=georgia] [size=8]/nudge


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    ( eep sorry for my late reply!! )




    "hmm, hmm? what?" cherryblod mused, awaiting to hear cottonkit's news. truthfully the physician hadn't an absolute clue about what cottonkit was going to tell him. ...was that a bad thing? hmm. ah well, he'd find his answers soon enough.
    #cherryblodinsignia14

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    cottonkit.[/size][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#2A5774 bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px]© funhouse.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#5CB7BF bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#84D7C9 bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#ADD9CF bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white bordercolor=transparent; border-radius: 0em 0em 2em 2em; width: 400px][justify][font=georgia] [size=8]- that's fine ^^


    [b]"I climbed a tree!" Cotty spoke as if it was a dream-come-true of a secret, like a sacred wish granted, though spoken at normal voice level. Cottonkit gazed up to see his father's reaction, proudly puffing out his fur ever so slightly, appearing as a little fluffy alabaster bundle of joy with sparkling cerulean orbs. Mmph, how excitable he was.
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