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  • At Last I See The Light {{Open, Mysticstar's Kitting

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    [align=center][font=georgia]A bundle of red tabby fur was emitting a series of charged mewls, sounding rather snippy. He was Kiwanokit, easily recognized by his tabby markings. Blind, like his siblings, he had no intention of being helpless, pawing around, and swaying his newborn head, nosing around.


    Wetness clung onto his slicked fur, and that no doubt made Kiwanokit cold and shivery. Small racks of shivers shook the young one, and so he let out a mew of annoyance. The red tabby wriggled towards the warmth that wasn't too terribly far.


    Finally reaching the source, little paws kneaded his mother's belly, and he searched blindly for the teat. The cold was slipping away, easing as his mother's warmth wreathed around him like a second pelt.


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  • We Are Golden [private]

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    ooc } sorry this is so late but my muse has been killed ;c




    Hearing her say she wouldn't be shunned had eased her worries, though Luminescentkit still deemed it possible. As a small lick ruffled her plush fur, a pink tint burnt her ears. "Really? I always figure I'm either too quiet, or I speak more than I should." she purred, amused by the thought of her speaking to much. She did, even if she thought of herself as one who floated off often. "It's nice, having a friend like you. I haven't spoken to Felix. I'm just worried."




    Slightly plumed tail lowered at the thought. "My family is...all over the place," Lumi was struck by a hint of guilt, speaking about them, but continued, "I'm not very close to my family, my father especially, or my other siblings. My aunt Lurid is really the only one." she confided.

  • a hint of bitterness; the flavor of life [ piano's friends&family ]

    My, it was so cold! The third kitten of Piano let a small mewl wander into the air, as if stating to her mother the annoyance she felt towards the chilly air. Tortoiseshell fur was damp and slick, hugging her newborn body.


    Tiny pink mouth stretched once more as a mew of protest was sounded. Five other newborns, her siblings, wriggled besides her, though the tortoiseshell crawled towards the largest heat source. Eyelids clenched, Dance made sluggish progress, using her adorable little forepaws to pull herself forward, to get some of that heat. A small disturbance, hunger, came quickly, and by instinct, crawled towards her mother.


    Finally reaching the belly of her mother, Dance was quick to press her tiny, wet body against her mother's own. An invisible blanket of warmth wrapped around the kit, and Dance of the Sabre kneaded Piano's belly softly with her tiny paws, struggling to find a teat. After swaying her head blindly, the kit satisfied her hunger with the only thing she could consume. Latching onto one of the sources of milk, she suckled, and so both problems were solved.

  • 'GATHER ROUND, MY FRIENDS || ANNOUNCEMENTS + AUGUST PROMOS

    The red tabby wasted no time when Clamatis' call was sounded, scrabbling over. It took the kit a moment to regain his breath from his hasty race over. Kiwanokit's pelt was spiked as always, though Kiwano didn't bother to run his barbed tongue over the thorny fur. Leaning back on his haunches, Kiwanokit's vivid orbs stared up at Clamatis, waiting for the meeting to begin.

  • this precious knowledge {o}

    Kiwanokit had seemingly popped out of nowhere, throwing sand up as he rushed towards the two. Tiny paws dashed towards them, he was always for a nice chat. Spiked tabby fur had caught some of the sand, small drifts blowing away in the breeze.


    As the tomkit approached the two, his vivid oculars observed the caracal, as he had never seen one before. As Kiwanokit paused to catch his breath, the red tabby sat back on his haunches, next to his sister. He wasn't very close to any of his siblings, hell, Kiwano just ran about all day.


    Nudging his sister in warm greeting, he directed his gaze to the large animal. The red tabby nodded, and answered, "Yep, we are," at such a young age, he thought nothing of being the leader's son, except that he would try to pursue the same path, the tomkit continued, "What are you? You're a real big cat." Ah, there went his big mouth again.

  • this precious knowledge {o}

    Kiwanokit tilted his head, ah, so he didn't have a clan name. "I'm Kiwanokit." he answered, looking at Bastion curiously.


    As Bastion asked his question, the red tabby tomkit got to his paws in an eager fashion, "I do!" but then, the Kiwano had a second of reasoning, wait, fly? "Wait a second, fly? You're not a bird, or anything. Cats don't fly. Don't you know that? I tried once and I couldn't." He eyed the Caracal curiously, wondering if the guy was loco crazy, though he didn't seem to be.

  • walkin' on clouds [p - sleenky]

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    Snapping to attention at the mention of demotion, she looked on curiously at Olivepaw. "I'm sure you won't. You've been working hard, I'm sure." She paused, staring at her reflection in the pond, "Someone'll come along, and you just have to beat cats from the fastest clan - our clan." She continued, a drifting thought. "It's a bit like a competition I suppose, but you'll retain your position, I'm quite sure." Lime-green orbs directed their gaze to Olivepaw, "You shouldn't sweat, just do your best in the moment, so that it'll pay off later." Ballerinapaw finished, hoping she had been able to reassure him - if at all.

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  • True friends stab you in the front. {p}

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    ooc } so late so sorry & she's six moons by the way, so I'm a bit confused since she was four moons like a post ago xD




    Lumi smiled in return, and answered his question, "Not much. This is just a daily thing, I s'pose. I've just been lonely these few days, everyone is everywhere." She turned to the red tabby, so her dainty paws were facing him. "And how about you? How are your days coming along, Mesmerizingpaw?" ah, no matter how much she preferred being along with her thoughts. She had almost always held a mature tone, though if she were around others she was close to, Lumin would loosen up.

  • a hint of bitterness; the flavor of life [ piano's friends&family ]

    Dance's tortoiseshell fur was no longer slicked back with wetness, but was ruffled and sheltered her from the cold, shielded by her own fur and her mother's warm belly pressing against her tiny, full body. Paws still on Piano's stomach, kneading the soft flesh, as if she were giving her mother a massage. A small mew to indicate she was full, Dance of the Sabre was tired, but pushed herself further. Pulling her body with her almost nonexistent strength, she transferred from the curve of Piano's stomach, to the new mother's paw. Slumping like a sloth because her roleplayer thought that would be adorable, her mother's paw was like a little bed to her, and so she lay in such an odd position.

  • now get those legs kicking! [ OPEN; swimming lesson?! ]

    The kit was now two-moons old, the terrible twos. The tortoiseshell romped over, after all, she was an extrovert at heart, being alone was no fun, not at all. Olive optics observed the others that had gathered, and a small tinge of disappointment struck her knowing that she wasn't the first to arrive. "I want to swim too, we could show those otters." Dance mewed, in a tone that made clear she wasn't going to be left behind in anything. Orbs locked onto Karelia, at her mother's side. Dance of the Sabre had come to the conclusion that while she wanted to trot alongside Piano, the deputy, she figured it'd be best to just float along with the group.