Coffeekit parted her fuchsia maw in a feeble squeak. Her nose felt bitterly cold, and a dismal smog clouded her world. The sensation of a femme's pelt tickled the ivory whiskers that laced her jaws, making her sylphlike tail quiver. The dappled she-kit lifted her noddle curiously at what was invisible to her. How very perplexing for an organism of her size.
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Yet another spoor occupied Coffeekit's nostrils,
though she was quite content laying at this life form's side. What were
these uncanny things that she couldn't see? Her minuscule limbs stretched
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Coffeekit lifted her nose inquisitively at her sibling. This was all very peculiar, especially if she hadn't a clue what was going on. Aimlessly teetering on her belly, she emitted an acute squeal. She didn't know she was capable of making such a sound. Go figure. Quivering her frangible limbs, the rotund she-kit rolled into her mother's underbelly.
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[ Maybe we could continue the time-skip elsewhere? I found an interesting thread and Idk if you guys would like to join me :) ]
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Bull riding? There had been an interesting series of events in the camp lately. Of course, still a bijou and youthful she-kit, Coffeekit would sadly have to miss out on the occasion. How Poundingalarms would be able to put up with an animal flailing on her back, she hadn't a clue. She was tempted to inquire if she could participate, but Coffeekit knew explicitly what the answer would be.
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Coffeekit's ears perked with interest. Loitering from afar, her cobalt visionaries narrowed into slits at the sight of Dragonette's contusion. Thoroughly alarmed, she staggered backwards from the unsightly scene. Having just reached her second moon, such a sight as this was nearly intolerable. "I-Is she gonna be ok?" She rasped.
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"Very." Coffeekit remarked with a sly grin plastered across her maw. She did enjoy her brother's company, but she found this sport that the others took a liking to very fraught. "You think Admin's gonna try?" She inquired Elusivekit, her fine sable pelt prickling with anxiety.
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Give me your ideas, any idea c:
Coffeekit could use a mentor, so offers are appreciated!
[she's also open for crushes, possibly litters in the future]
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My cat Coffeekit is ready to be apprenticed. However, I'm having a tough time finding someone to mentor her. Is there anyone disposed to being Coffee's guru? :)
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Coffeekit was intent on Cassandra's transformation. "Cool bod!" She was eager to clue in on Cassandra, so she felt inclined to introduce her self. "Name's Coffeekit, call me Coffee."
//low muse
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Coffeekit rebounded towards Medusa, feeling rather communal and buoyant. "Hey there, name's Coffeekit!" Coffeekit didn't know if she would be of any significance to the lieutenant, but she didn't hesitate to make her self known. Her fleecy chest fur draped over her paws as she adjusted into a loose crouch.
/low muse
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//Yes, she does c:
Coffeekit leered at her surrounding clanmates. She was impressed by Cassandra's special potential, and conjectured if she too would have the facility to learn such a skill. "How did you do that? Can you show me how?" Of course, Coffee didn't know how these capabilities were achieved.
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Coffeepaw's dappled tail wreathed her anxiously twitching paws. With her ears avidly swiveling about upon her cranium, she scrutinized the clearing with her keen mantis green visionaries.
The idleness of the moment was almost unbearable. Starkly arching her back, her whiskers began to palpitate due to a lack of energy. Having already seized a rangy mouse from the pile, she was out of alternatives that could possibly keep her occupied.
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Coffeepaw blushed at her brother's comment. Did they really consider her hyper? That, would take some getting used to. She adjusted her supple white paws, regaining her poised carriage. It was a struggle to contain such an abundance of energy, especially for a high-spirited femme such as herself.
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//no, that's totally fine! srry for posting the thread at the last moment
Coffeepaw's ears perked with delight. "Yes, please!" Nearly tripping on her unsteady paws, she stumbled next to her mentor. The excitement of it all was almost too much for Coffeepaw to sway. "What first? How about battle training?" Realizing how uncivil it was to ask, she shamefully glanced down at her paws. "I'll just let you decide."
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Coffeepaw's orbs seemed to coruscate in the gloom. She was embellished with a penetrative golden mask, which in her opinion, made her look like a masked executioner. Waving her flocculent tail with delight, she capered over the ivory tiles in search of someone to share her unbroken excitement with.
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Coffeepaw acknowledged Conqueringatlantic with an amiable grin. "Hi, I'm Coffeepaw!" She piped enthusiastically. Her tone of voice and disposition often came across as bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. Hopefully, that wasn't how things appeared right now.
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Coffeepaw gazed in wonderment at Sharkpaw's offspring. "They're so cute!" She piped with elation. The unmindful femme had never laid her eyes on lion cubs so youthful. She was primed to meet the vest-pocket versions of Sharkpaw, as she was too exhilarated to even realize the seriousness of the situation.
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Coffeepaw cast a broad grin towards the unfamiliar femme. The exuberant she-cat frolicked on her delicate white paws towards the stranger. Without a word spoken, she plopped on her posterior and observed the foreign she with her inquisitive mantis-green orbs.