wind burnt homes sighing rays -- open; introduction

[RB Graveyard]

Bleary will, barely still Ocean curl upwards...

...Grandeur at your worth

[div style="margin: auto; background-color: #ffffff; max-width: 600px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; padding-right: 6%; padding-left: 6%; padding-bottom: 6%; color: #000;"] A small 'Kuh" nose came from his nose, he couldn't breathe that well still but his lungs were getting better. The 'Kuh' nose was him pushing air through his nose from his throat, after a while it'd became a habit; one that could be easily broken. Quetin, the beautifully marbled orange tabby, stumbled over his brothers and sister and into the feathered cat. The boy glanced at his father; surely he wouldn't let this big cat hurt him. "Hullo!" he murred. Gawking at the big cat he turned around and chased after his father; he wasn't in the mood for a game. Sitting by his father, his half folded ears perked and his eyes alert.

A new face, one that seeped a green smoke. It certainly set him on edge, but there was no reason for him to turn tail and scream; if his mother and father didn't want him here then they'd tell him off. "Fa," he kuffed. Turning his large eyes towards then tom, Quentin licked his two toned nose. "Who are they, fa?" The boy made another 'kuh' sound, all this warm air from their breath was making his nose burn and his ears hot.