Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2015 9:26:08 GMT -5
Tags: εℓιzαвεтн. Whiteleaf
Cherryblossom looked down at her four, wriggling kits. They were young, born very recently. There were two she-cats: a silver tabby and a tortoiseshell flecked with light brown and copper. There were also two toms: both with long gingerbread fur like their mother. She was all alone in the nursery with her kits and she wanted to speak with someone; probably about the kits. Hopefully, a queen or warrior would walk by soon, because there was no way she was leaving.
Cherryblossom looked down at her four, wriggling kits. They were young, born very recently. There were two she-cats: a silver tabby and a tortoiseshell flecked with light brown and copper. There were also two toms: both with long gingerbread fur like their mother. She was all alone in the nursery with her kits and she wanted to speak with someone; probably about the kits. Hopefully, a queen or warrior would walk by soon, because there was no way she was leaving.
