09-11-2020, 07:37 AM
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]
Animosity was all too strong a descriptor to frame that which had taken root in tender heart, coiled about arteries with constricting vines.
Numerous the times he had been permitted further freedom than may well have been safe for one of such age, convinced in manner that came rather easy, promise to adhere to chaperone in part responsible. Yet the whims that plagued were prone to getting in the way, more tantalisingly exciting compared to the meagre activities often allowed. Better this set up in the long run, already experienced the result when barred. Things never stay the same, however, tightened the restrictions until left with limited choices was the kitten.
Traversal of the shallow dip was observed from where face had been pressed between sand streaked paws, the irregular movement staged behind, short tail carving a groove into the loose grains, making apparent his thoughts upon the ease with which Lovekit exited camp. By no means may one be thought lesser for such, indeed odd the sight made by creature produced by those larger, offspring inheriting such if still awkward with the period before growth evened out. He was not of them in ways beyond even skin, a stranger from shores that were similar but different,
Was that not what he was, a stranger accepted simply for he was a lost child.
The bright warmth of sunlight beating against his back ejected such trivial notions, or it may simply have been a query too grand for mind to hold, heavy grown lids freely allowed to slide shut. All too soon disturbance, arriv heralded by crowing over found treasure. Blurry vision settled upon other, relished luxury the stretch of limbs paired with a wide yawn, stumbled the first steps as he arose once more. Close did he tread, squinting towards the item nestled among thick ruff.
Jealousy. Perfect the fit about the cloying weight pressing into his chest forward leaning until he might press crown of head to Lovekit's leg, an act not alike the charge from their first meeting but more the exhaustion catching up as they voiced a quiet squeak.
Numerous the times he had been permitted further freedom than may well have been safe for one of such age, convinced in manner that came rather easy, promise to adhere to chaperone in part responsible. Yet the whims that plagued were prone to getting in the way, more tantalisingly exciting compared to the meagre activities often allowed. Better this set up in the long run, already experienced the result when barred. Things never stay the same, however, tightened the restrictions until left with limited choices was the kitten.
Traversal of the shallow dip was observed from where face had been pressed between sand streaked paws, the irregular movement staged behind, short tail carving a groove into the loose grains, making apparent his thoughts upon the ease with which Lovekit exited camp. By no means may one be thought lesser for such, indeed odd the sight made by creature produced by those larger, offspring inheriting such if still awkward with the period before growth evened out. He was not of them in ways beyond even skin, a stranger from shores that were similar but different,
Was that not what he was, a stranger accepted simply for he was a lost child.
The bright warmth of sunlight beating against his back ejected such trivial notions, or it may simply have been a query too grand for mind to hold, heavy grown lids freely allowed to slide shut. All too soon disturbance, arriv heralded by crowing over found treasure. Blurry vision settled upon other, relished luxury the stretch of limbs paired with a wide yawn, stumbled the first steps as he arose once more. Close did he tread, squinting towards the item nestled among thick ruff.
Jealousy. Perfect the fit about the cloying weight pressing into his chest forward leaning until he might press crown of head to Lovekit's leg, an act not alike the charge from their first meeting but more the exhaustion catching up as they voiced a quiet squeak.
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