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    Dreamkit was sleeping for a fairly long time, even for her standards. When she woke up, she realized that she was really hungry. Rolling over in her nest, the kitten poked her head out the nursery. Everything looked the same, but something felt diffrent. Had she missed some things while away? She could imagine. [b][color=#2c52ae]"Hellooo, anyone around?"     the cloud-appearing child called out, hoping to see her family.


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    it wasn't family that would greet dreamkit, but instead a leucistic serval by the name of spilledwine that gave off the scent of bitter wine would greet her. spilledwine had only been strolling around camp mindlessly, and quite hungry, when a small voice called out. his interest piqued, spilledwine would decide to go investigate, nose to the air in order to find a scent which is how he would end up here. his gaze was one of curiosity as he peered down at the small kit. [b]"do you need something, little one?"     spilledwine would ask gently, his stomach started to protest. he was still ravenous; he hadn't had a bite to eat in quite sometime, and with all the action he was doing, he needed some food.



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    Dreamkit frowned lightly and looked up at Spilledwine. She was slightly disappointed, but was pleased that some one showed up, at least. [b]"Oh, uh, hi mister. I'm Dreamkit. And I'm hungry. Are you, too?"     she asked with a tilt of her head. [color=#2c52ae]"I can hear your tummy."     she noted, rubbing her eyes slightly.


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