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  • BRANCHKIT.


    Conekit was having a good time, the bestest evet time. Climbing onto a nearby rock, he stood tall and proud. Like an eagle close to flight, he dared his ledge and...oops! The kit lurched forward and hit his nose on the ground. Oof, he wiggled his butt and pulled himself up.


    "My flight was cut short." He stiffled his cry with a giggle. At least his nose wasn't bleeding.


  • By now, Branchkit had been out of the nursery several times. The red tabby was a sight to see nowadays. His red-trimmed fur stuck out against the dull-colored rocks. His white paws were neatly groomed and of purest color. He didn't do much outside the nursery. He sat, looking like a thousand bucks with his paws tucked underneath him.

    Conekit, his younger brother, was attempting to take flight. Branchkit could only look on with pure amusement etched into his muzzle. He was on the verge of laughter that eventually burst when Conekit took his plummet. "That was hardly a flight, Conekit." Branchkit meowed from his position a few tail-lengths away. "Besides, cats can't fly."

  • Score! One brother laugh down! The youngest of the litter rolled over so he was sitting up. His red fur angled awkwardly in every way. He looked like a dropped robin out of the nest. He pulled a particularly tangled leaf out pf his pelt and spit it onto the ground with force. "Who knows! Maybe nobody's tried. Maybe I can! Dad could be part bird. Or mom could be part flying squirrel!"


    That's not how biology worked, but the kit didn't care. This was the age of imagination. He could think what he pleased.