03-27-2020, 06:02 AM
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Staying within the walls of his home and close to his family proved not only a comfort to the sixthborn kitten, but to his parents as well. Already ten weeks old -- and two days, mind you -- but Simon still remained behind a window as his healthier siblings explored. Inside was much safer for a child prone to fainting spells and involuntary twitches. Outside, outside where he could run and jump and play, threatened the possibilities of bashing his head against the pavement or snapping an arm bone beneath his own weight as he crumpled into the throes of a spasm. Seashores, as his father told him once. He thought of the episodes as mere naps, where bizarre visions would fire through his mind until his eyes opened again, despite never having closed. Nothing more than a midday dream.
The boy stared lazily off into space, cream-colored chin perched limply atop delicate paws. Faint murmuring disturbed the lull of his daydream and he blinked awake, visions of warm and glowing orange fading as he stretched. The decorated plastered confines of his home greeted him, reality scattering his confusion. Simon raised his head, slinking from his sprawl in the sun to find the source.
Tufted ears twitched as he watched from the hallway, recognizing the staggeringly tall yet bloated form of his uncle, alongside two of his brothers. A grin curved his muzzle when pear-colored eyes fell upon his father, stringing together colorful pebbles that somehow reflected the light filtering through the windows. The kitten swayed closer, legs wobbling from a disconnect with his mind. But he didn't mind too much and managed anyway, pressing close to the lighter coat of Selby when he reached him. The strand of impaled pebbles snagged his attention more than the others present in the room. He leaned forward, nose brushing the sawbone's paws as he sniffed, whiskers tickling the beads. "I want one!" he chirped, tacking on hastily with a flick of his feathery tail, "Please!"
The boy stared lazily off into space, cream-colored chin perched limply atop delicate paws. Faint murmuring disturbed the lull of his daydream and he blinked awake, visions of warm and glowing orange fading as he stretched. The decorated plastered confines of his home greeted him, reality scattering his confusion. Simon raised his head, slinking from his sprawl in the sun to find the source.
Tufted ears twitched as he watched from the hallway, recognizing the staggeringly tall yet bloated form of his uncle, alongside two of his brothers. A grin curved his muzzle when pear-colored eyes fell upon his father, stringing together colorful pebbles that somehow reflected the light filtering through the windows. The kitten swayed closer, legs wobbling from a disconnect with his mind. But he didn't mind too much and managed anyway, pressing close to the lighter coat of Selby when he reached him. The strand of impaled pebbles snagged his attention more than the others present in the room. He leaned forward, nose brushing the sawbone's paws as he sniffed, whiskers tickling the beads. "I want one!" he chirped, tacking on hastily with a flick of his feathery tail, "Please!"