09-08-2020, 11:38 PM
THE MAELSTROM
Here you are and you’re all you wished to be
[size=9px]( silver tabby ; one month ; palmclan kitten )
You’re alive and you're not alone[/SIZE]
[size=9px]( silver tabby ; one month ; palmclan kitten )
You’re alive and you're not alone[/SIZE]
A stranger bearing tales of the land beyond secluded shores, forgein invader looked upon with forthright anger where at least one of their populace was concerned. Poor the first meeting conducted between them, overcome beneath the swelling pressure instinct and slowly taught lessons grating against base thought had begun, enacted unearned ire in manner he was capable. Yet, though offering no true harm, the consequences lingered and he cared not for a repeat even as his mind grappled with the unfamiliar words.
Lonesome had grown Foamkit in the short frame of time between departure and now, few those left lingering, fear another disaster may arise necessitating the divide. He had tried to pursue tasks that may quell his growing boredom but none had been capable of doing so for more than a mere moment, worsened his plight as time continued. Within the mouth of the nursery he may sprawled, a smudge of ivory and silver against golden grains, slowly succumbing to sleep before he was roused to full consciousness once more by a muffled comotion.
The enemy.
Wrong the title he laid at the feet of the other but one he stuck to with conviction, nose and brow scrunching as he found it was indeed Lovekit that acted the central point of outrage and amusement. Clambering to tiny paws he marched forth with a squeaking, pitiful little growl that died as he focused upon the artistic project the cub had taken up, wonder softening his visage. Quieter the squeak Foam voiced, creeping closer until he may dab at one of the not quite dry portions of paint, tongue poking between teeth as he registered the tacky sensation.
A grin slowly worked its way across his lips and upwards did he reach, teetering with poor balance, making a move to wipe the paint off onto Lovekit. A peace offering of sorts possibly, his laughter sudden and bright, cheeks expanding with trapped air as tongue once more poked through teeth but it was simply to make an amusing face rather than to express disgust this time.
Lonesome had grown Foamkit in the short frame of time between departure and now, few those left lingering, fear another disaster may arise necessitating the divide. He had tried to pursue tasks that may quell his growing boredom but none had been capable of doing so for more than a mere moment, worsened his plight as time continued. Within the mouth of the nursery he may sprawled, a smudge of ivory and silver against golden grains, slowly succumbing to sleep before he was roused to full consciousness once more by a muffled comotion.
The enemy.
Wrong the title he laid at the feet of the other but one he stuck to with conviction, nose and brow scrunching as he found it was indeed Lovekit that acted the central point of outrage and amusement. Clambering to tiny paws he marched forth with a squeaking, pitiful little growl that died as he focused upon the artistic project the cub had taken up, wonder softening his visage. Quieter the squeak Foam voiced, creeping closer until he may dab at one of the not quite dry portions of paint, tongue poking between teeth as he registered the tacky sensation.
A grin slowly worked its way across his lips and upwards did he reach, teetering with poor balance, making a move to wipe the paint off onto Lovekit. A peace offering of sorts possibly, his laughter sudden and bright, cheeks expanding with trapped air as tongue once more poked through teeth but it was simply to make an amusing face rather than to express disgust this time.
code by Reggan