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    TAGS. little girl squirms in her place upon the stone floor, herbs of both sickly sweet and bitter tang touching tongue with each intake of breath. lambkit does not mind, however; she has grown familiar with this den of thorn and rock in the two months passing her winding up here. it's more intimate to her than her own nest, eyes of dulling ocean blue having caught every crack and crevice and parting that has scored the little den in the past months. it's no longer alien to she, much more of a comfort in these lingering days of recovery, temporary recovery.


    and then she snaps from thoughts for now pawsteps pitter patter on hard ground. thoughts do drift first to little doctor but no- steps are too loud, unfamiliar in placing, upon land. she finds herself shying away from the entrance; a sudden will to mold into the rock behind her entrancing her. sheepish like name given, lambkit is far from the brinks of socialization here, and yet when another child's face pops from behind the boulder, her tongue spins words, soft and lulling like river song, "ah- are you looking for cedarpaw?"

    Ah thank you! //


    The strong scents of the medicine den hit the tall, slender kit all at once. He sneezes, overwhelmed by the smells and bumps his head against the entrance to the den. He then notices the small child sitting alone. She was looking at him, and she asked him something. "Oh, ah," he ducked his head and flattened his ears, "I'm sorry. I didn't know anyone was in here," he muttered, feeling his face profile with embarrassment. He looked back at the other child, slightly curious. He attempted to make himself look smaller. Maybe he could become friends with her, he thought to himself. They were kits after all. Kits are supposed to make friends, and this could be his chance. "Um, my name is Quickkit. Who are you?" He asked softly.

    "YOU DON'T LOVE HER, STOP LYING WITH THOSE WORDS" & TAGS