✯ — female. striker of the typhoon. blind. rusty spotted cat.  ref. bio.

As small and young creatures were prone to; Keona had gotten sick.  Thus, out of sight, in the care of her family, the tiny striker had disappeared.  With each passing day, the youngest fae gained a little more of her previous energy and strength back.  She could not remember ever being sick before; she had born rather healthy, and had remained so, oft under the watchful eye of her father's doctor when they had been with their old crew.  Her mother, she had been told a few times, whenever she dared to ask, had been sick when she was born.

She had not lasted long after.

With or without a mother however, the child was guarded rather carefully by loved ones.  Now, for the first time in over a week, the child stepped out into the sun.  Despite the time apart from everyone, she looked rather unchanged, if not just a little scrawnier, as she was still recovering.  Still small.  Still aging rather slowly.  Her fluffy, kitten fur remained just as it was.

With some hesitation, she left Manu inside.  Dragging the poor stuffed bird around would just get him sandy and dirty.  Keona herself planned on getting a lot of sand on her, however, beaming as her paws hit the ground of the beach.  Quietly, she breathed in the fresh sea-salt air, noting by the lack of direct sun on her back, it was still rather early.

Easily bored, the kitten began to move, bouncing towards the shore, getting just up to the where the waves kissed the sand, letting the water wash of her petite paws.

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