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Post by speckleleafblue on Dec 16, 2018 22:00:48 GMT -5
Birchkit woke up with a yawn quietly moves away from the sleeping bodys of Whitesparrow and Bluelizard who couldn't leave her alone since being found in the hollow tree area. She started to paddle with her head by the ground getting used to the new smells in the den. She saw a twitchy tail and smirks as she crept closer and closer pretending it was a cricket and not the tail of a cat and pounces.
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Post by Ferntrail on Dec 18, 2018 15:23:34 GMT -5
` ♚ B L U E B E L L ♚  words . tags ♚Bluebell was blessed with pure, fairytale-like dreams. Sleeping was the one time that she got to be someone, or thing, different. When dreaming the blue feminine looked peaceful and at times happy. In this dream her body didn’t even know what kitten-fat was and she was free to prance around on the pebbled shore of a lake. Laid out in front of her were fish in all shapes and sizes, the aroma so pleasant to her she had to fight the drool from running down her chin. She flounced towards the fish, ready to sink her pearly fangs into their jui-
The molly was rudely awoken back into the real world. Fog clouded her cobalt hued orb for a brief amount of time, before it was blinked away. Her splenetic gaze landed on the siamese kitten, a hiss brewing in the back of her throat. Then she realised it was her… niece? Of sorts. She let go of her hiss and continued to glare at the kit. As Bluebell curled her tail around her body, she raised a single kitty-brow at the kit.
”Your Bluelizard and Whitesparrow’s kit, aren’t you?” Her tone was cool and daunting, wanting to feel out this kit before making any judgements. Bluelizard could bring back any riff raff off the street and call it his own but if he wanted it to be apart of the family then it’d either have to be tough-or toughen up. Bluebell was completely fine with toughening this scrap of fur up. Maybe it could even be her apprentice in the future?
` all my ladies wine to the left, sway to the right, drop it down low then take it back high
bitch i don't need introduction, follow my simple instruction |
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Post by speckleleafblue on Dec 19, 2018 3:25:47 GMT -5
Birchkit got knocked of her back and rolls to her paws and spats playfully, "I am, you must be the that flare tongued sister I heard from father and Uncle Owlscreech, Bluebell right?" She tilt her head curiously, "I want to be a strong as you." She said as she attempts to get to a fighting crouch. "I'm Birchkit."
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Post by Ferntrail on Jan 9, 2019 14:24:37 GMT -5
Shock flitted across Bluebells sharp facial features, a smile on her face. Oh how delightful this wee thing was. It already had so much bite, and it’s vocabulary was stunning! With a giggle she leaned for to swipe her rough tongue over Birchkit’s head. Bluebell wasn’t the most maternal cat in the world, little cats trusting her with their kits after she threw the other little one down a cliff.
Bluebell would never do that to this little ball of fluff, a strong pull of love already tugging at Bluebell. ”You wanna be strong, aye? Show me your pounce” any thought of roughing this kit gone, a playful light in Bluebell’s eyes.
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Post by speckleleafblue on Jan 10, 2019 0:13:36 GMT -5
Birchkit giggles and purrs as she licks her back before playfully pawing her face, "Ok, What is my pouncing target." She said as she ready herself her tail twitching to show her aunt what she got.
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Post by Ferntrail on Jan 21, 2019 20:03:56 GMT -5
"Hmm, let's make it my tail" Bluebell was being very generous to the young kit, if she was anyone else Bluebell would have scared her off by now. "Low to the ground but not touching, don't let your tail bang into any nests or anything like that." Her voice was strict, commanding as she told the young kit what to do. While she had been explaining her tail had slowly started flicking side to side, making the easy target somewhat harder. "Keep your eye on it at all times, prey and foe can disapear in a blink of an eye" Despite not doing it herself Bluebell imagined herself taking her own instructions, scampering after a shrew perched on the roots of a tree.
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Post by speckleleafblue on Jan 23, 2019 21:57:34 GMT -5
Birchkit nods as she lowers her tail and crouch into the position she was told to be in. Her blue eyes moved as she followed the twitching tail her own tail barely twitch as she leaps toward her tail readily a 'killing' nip on her tail.
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Post by Ferntrail on Feb 1, 2019 0:45:33 GMT -5
` ♚ B L U E B E L L ♚ words . tags ♚The kit was good, for a kit. Bluebell let out a meow of amusement at the killing bite the small teeth inflicted on her tail. ”A bit wobbly, but good! You definitely have the instinct in you. When you become an apprentice, I’m sure your mentor will be able to make those skills flourish” She then flicked her tail out of the kits grip, her teeth glinting in the light as she smirked at the kit. ”Now Aunty Bluebell needs a rest, go scurry off to Bluelizard and I’ll come eat dinner with you tonight”
With that the molly licked the kit’s forehead in a friendly gesture and slipped out of the nursery.
` all my ladies wine to the left, sway to the right, drop it down low then take it back high
bitch i don't need introduction, follow my simple instruction |
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