Re: my world blooms around you || p
Houndkit
(No Header Yet)/ Female / 0 Moons / RiverClan / Orientation Unknown
Sleek and short-haired dilute calico she-kit with cream and pale grey streaks and patches running through her pelt. She is a small cat, with larger ears and a long, feathery tail, and tufts that puff up around her ears and face. Her eyes are narrow and pale green.
“TBD”
~ Houndkit, 1/100
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[ Correct me if I am wrong, but it seems Houndkit has been born last of the litter? ]
The small she-kit felt a burst of freezing air shoot through her pelt, and immediately, she curled up into as tight of a ball as she possibly could. Good riddance, what was going on, and why had any and all comfort suddenly zipped out from her grasp? Her tiny paws, pressed tightly against her chest, did not provide anywhere near the amount of warmth that the young kitten had hoped and expected them to, and despite her attempts to warm herself up again, she remained a sad lump of ice, shivering as streaks of chilly air tore through her fur, tearing at her skin and leaving stinging tracks as they crept down to her bones, down to her core. With a small thump, her head gently touched the ground on its side, slightly too large and heavy for her poop shoulders and neck to support, resting against solid ground. Breaths drifted into her lungs cold and painful, burning down through her throat every time she inhaled her first handful of breaths, and as she lay there silent and rigid for a moment, she shivered in her skin, trembling like mad. Finally, after a few long, dreadful moments of pure, undeniable sting and forced strength, the struggling she-kit felt her body begin to adjust to the dramatic change in temperature, and a long stream of breath left her nose, her eyes loosening as she found peace in the adjustment. The chill faded into something… a little less painful- still very uncomfortable and unfamiliar, but… less. Then finally, she lifted her head again.
It was time to begin her search for some warmth, something she could curl up against, rest her head against, and drift off into a deep sleep beside. Her mother. Blindly and weakly, the she-kit dragged herself about a centimeter ahead of where she had last been, tiny, barely visible claws griping the moss ahead of her as she moved along. After this successful attempt to get one step closer to her goal, the unnamed she-kitten moved again, scooting along until her nose caught the strong, lovely scent of Larkwing and what her mother had to offer; From her warmth, to her milk, to her love and care for her new daughters. Step by step- well, scoot by scoot, technically- the kitten moved forward, until suddenly, the strength temporarily left her behind. Her ears flattened, her chin bumped the ground, and her whiskers twitched. Her eyes shut tighter again, and when her blood flow quit flowing like magic through her body, the she-kit felt the chilly air reach her again, gripping ther pelt and pulling at her skin, a terrible, terrible cold. She prepared to create her first sound, to meow something awesome and lion-like, opening her maw as widely as she could. But when she tried to roar, something even more painful than the cold air entering her lungs ripped through her throat, through her vocal cords. Her throat burned and stung, and the only sound she had the ability to make was a tiny, barely audible squeak, something pitifully miserable and quiet to the ears of nearly any listeners. It was obvious that making noises was not the kitten’s speciality, so stiffly, she returned to trying to move forward, using every last ounce of her strength to locate her mother. And finally, after the horribly hard work it took to move those four inches, the newborn tried to snugfle her way selfishly in between her sisters, allowing her bold pelt to absorb the warmth of her siblings and her mother. She found Larkwing, and finally, she relaxed, her expression loosening completely when she pelt her mother’s tongue draw across her forehead. Now, and only now, was she warm.
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~ @Neptune. { Larkwing } ~
~ @Dark { Fishfreckle } ~
~ @Rowan { Fernkit } ~
~ @Star { Faithkit } ~
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Leaving quickly due to permanent, unexpected events in the real life. Love and miss you all. 
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