Small Loner Kit ??? Here?

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    Wesley mewed, and pounced, trapping the ladybug under his tiny brown paw. He didn't know he was lost, and he wasn't aware that he was being watched....


    OOC: Someone raise him ???

    Coral walked over to the kit. "Where's your mother?" she asked him.

    He looked up confused. "Mew?" He said. He couldn't really talk yet, he really only knew two words: 'Wesley' and 'Hi'

    Coral realized he didn't seem old enough to answer. She gave him a good sniff.

    Coral frowned. There was no parent in sight, and she couldn't leave him alone out here. So she picked him up and carried him into the barn where she lived.

    He squirmed a little, but didn't mind. At least the cat was warm, unlike they icey snow that whipped around the two.

    She dropped him onto a bale of hay and looked him over. He didn't look old enough to manage solid food, so she offered him mouse blood.

    Coral sighed with relief that she had a way to feed him. Still, she should try to find his mother. Perry might know about her.


    OOC: could you tell me about where the Wesley's from and who his parents are so I can have some idea of what to do for the plot?

    OOC: He was born a kittypet, but his parents ran away from the twoleg place with him, and somehow got killed. (Car)



    IC: He wriggled around, mewing happily after he had finished the mouse blood.

    Coral purred as she watched Wesley. She would wait till he fell asleep, then go pay her friend a visit.

    Coral trotted through the fields and finally arrived at Perry's den.


    - time skip -


    She stepped back into the barn, remembering what Perry had said. If the rumors were true, she had an orphan to care for.

    Coral walked over and licked Wesley on top of his head. "You poor kit," she whispered, knowing he wouldn't understand a word. "Perry told me about your parents."

    The sight of Wesley frolicking about the barn made Coral smile, even through the tragedy she had heard of. She dropped into a play-crouch, tail swishing back and forth.

    Coral's tail was pinned down. She purred happily, batting gently at Wesley.