Post by Dyzzie on Mar 4, 2015 15:06:35 GMT -5
Tag: Ambrose
The little wildcat-mix kitten mewled pathetically at her sleeping mother, trying to wake her up with a paw, struggling to get the female to even consider to get up, not that the kitten (large for her age, lean, and tall) was managing to get any kind of response. Finally her mother's paw slapped out, pushing her away, and the female tumbled over her sleeping brother (the one who looked more like her with her markings, than the others), before the ashura kit tumbled all the way out of the nest onto the ground with an alarmed cry, looking up with wide, mix matched eyes to see her mother roll back over and fall back asleep, not even checking to see if hte kit was okay. Her ears fell down slightly, "M-momma?" She begged, wanting some kind of attention, any kind of attention - attention she and her siblings never got. "I don't like this game . . . ." She mewed, sitting, ears flat and her tail limply curled over her paws, her head bowing, before giving up. Her mother never answered her, or the other kits anyways.
THe nameless kit slowly stood, her shoulders hunched, and tail dragging as she pawed away. Why didn't her momma like her? Her or her siblings. Sighing, she moved towards the entrance of the nursery, looking out into the bright green. With out another look back at her mother, the kit stepped forward. If her mother wasn't going to give her attention, she'd just have to find someone that would. She slowly crept out, uncertain, gaze hesitant, shy, fearful. A few cats looked to her in surprise, before looking away again after looking at some of the other mothers watching their kits. Ha, like any of them would care either. They had their own kits to love . . . . The nameless kit was used to being overlooked. It's hard to remember an unwanted kitten. A nameless unwanted kitten was even harder to remember.
Would she always be so easy to forget?
The little wildcat-mix kitten mewled pathetically at her sleeping mother, trying to wake her up with a paw, struggling to get the female to even consider to get up, not that the kitten (large for her age, lean, and tall) was managing to get any kind of response. Finally her mother's paw slapped out, pushing her away, and the female tumbled over her sleeping brother (the one who looked more like her with her markings, than the others), before the ashura kit tumbled all the way out of the nest onto the ground with an alarmed cry, looking up with wide, mix matched eyes to see her mother roll back over and fall back asleep, not even checking to see if hte kit was okay. Her ears fell down slightly, "M-momma?" She begged, wanting some kind of attention, any kind of attention - attention she and her siblings never got. "I don't like this game . . . ." She mewed, sitting, ears flat and her tail limply curled over her paws, her head bowing, before giving up. Her mother never answered her, or the other kits anyways.
THe nameless kit slowly stood, her shoulders hunched, and tail dragging as she pawed away. Why didn't her momma like her? Her or her siblings. Sighing, she moved towards the entrance of the nursery, looking out into the bright green. With out another look back at her mother, the kit stepped forward. If her mother wasn't going to give her attention, she'd just have to find someone that would. She slowly crept out, uncertain, gaze hesitant, shy, fearful. A few cats looked to her in surprise, before looking away again after looking at some of the other mothers watching their kits. Ha, like any of them would care either. They had their own kits to love . . . . The nameless kit was used to being overlooked. It's hard to remember an unwanted kitten. A nameless unwanted kitten was even harder to remember.
Would she always be so easy to forget?