Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2015 17:55:53 GMT -5
OOC:
Any LeafClan kits and queens (and passing clan cats) welcome ^^
Orange moss grey over the bright yellow sun, as the day began to dip down into early evening. Light still filtered through the nursery, but it was not nearly as harsh nor as vivid as it would be at sun high. Lightkit, though just newly born, was one of the healthiest and largest of her litter mates. She seemed to have all the perfect genes to be a blood born warrior - thick neck, large maw, sturdy paws. Lightkit also held all the beauty any feline cat would envy, with her long, silky white fur that was dusted in a perfect shade of grey around her face, ears, paws and tail. As a young kit, her eyes shown hugely out of her head, projecting a captivating blue. Her eyes shone with eagerness that matched her energy. She had yet to be old enough to talk, and she walked stiff legged and clumsy. but this did not stop her from wondering beyond her nested area. She teetered her way to the entrance, her legs more comfortable in waking in every step, and she poked her teeny weeny little head out. The light has bedazzled her, and she leaned forward, craning her neck curiously forth; so forth, in fact, that the young kit lost her balance and fell face first into the ground. She mewed a pitiful mew, but quickly, though awkwardly, pulled her head back up. Her blue eyes were wide in shock, and her head bobbles slightly from the impact, yet she didn't seemed disturbed nor faltered from her little fall. Her tiny grey tail wavered to keep her balance as she leaned forward again to feel the light on her face. Lightkit mewed, as though to call forth the evening.
Any LeafClan kits and queens (and passing clan cats) welcome ^^
Orange moss grey over the bright yellow sun, as the day began to dip down into early evening. Light still filtered through the nursery, but it was not nearly as harsh nor as vivid as it would be at sun high. Lightkit, though just newly born, was one of the healthiest and largest of her litter mates. She seemed to have all the perfect genes to be a blood born warrior - thick neck, large maw, sturdy paws. Lightkit also held all the beauty any feline cat would envy, with her long, silky white fur that was dusted in a perfect shade of grey around her face, ears, paws and tail. As a young kit, her eyes shown hugely out of her head, projecting a captivating blue. Her eyes shone with eagerness that matched her energy. She had yet to be old enough to talk, and she walked stiff legged and clumsy. but this did not stop her from wondering beyond her nested area. She teetered her way to the entrance, her legs more comfortable in waking in every step, and she poked her teeny weeny little head out. The light has bedazzled her, and she leaned forward, craning her neck curiously forth; so forth, in fact, that the young kit lost her balance and fell face first into the ground. She mewed a pitiful mew, but quickly, though awkwardly, pulled her head back up. Her blue eyes were wide in shock, and her head bobbles slightly from the impact, yet she didn't seemed disturbed nor faltered from her little fall. Her tiny grey tail wavered to keep her balance as she leaned forward again to feel the light on her face. Lightkit mewed, as though to call forth the evening.
