09-19-2020, 11:17 PM
THE MAELSTROM
Here you are and you’re all you wished to be
[size=9px]( silver tabby ; two months ; palmclan kitten )
You’re alive and you're not alone[/SIZE]
[size=9px]( silver tabby ; two months ; palmclan kitten )
You’re alive and you're not alone[/SIZE]
Boredom.
Trivial and fleeting the few permittable tasks one besting such minor capabilities may handle, aside cast in favour of more destructive exploits. Yet there was few that entertained such clumsy attempts to engage in play, soothing the tones employed for child they spoke to, all the same flint the vision that skittered away towards task of necessity. All supposed avenues depleted to resting in the cool of the shade had he turned, loose the curl of position, chin pressed into grains between outstretched legs. Certain the ease with which one may learn of his annoyance at the situation he held no way to rectify for tail flicked and twitch, back and forth shifting as he watched others go about their work.
Sudden the rise, head spinning as it left resting place, the call staged in familiar voice drawing attention. Her beckons seemed shared among all, even about her paws frolicking a few other kittens, elder than he and thus unknown for the most part, their presence seemingly welcome. To paws did Foam quickly rise, stumbling forth with clumsy, unsure steps, released a high pitched squeak to garner attention. None refused his approach, almost expected the dismissal for prior issues with his escape attempts, and so among them was he as Sugarspice led them from the shallow valley.
Simple the construction that adorned entwined trunks, many become one simply by matter of proximity, yet even such enough to incite wonder. Bright the glimmer present in eyes that widened with their sweep, from rest breaking away the kitten, clumsy in his haste to supposedly be first. Atop one of the carefully placed stones did he clamber, loud the squeaky call he voiced with a wide grin. Silent did he grow when Sugar spoke, undivided the attention settled upon her, words poorly understood and unlikely retained, her tone and the response of some others enough.
From perch did he slip, barely caught off set balance, much slower his pace as he approached the senior warrior. Against her leg briefly was pressed chilled nose, upon withdraw once more settled on place a smile, lop sided as always, voice quiet and echoing with the joy drawn across gentle features. "Sugar."
Trivial and fleeting the few permittable tasks one besting such minor capabilities may handle, aside cast in favour of more destructive exploits. Yet there was few that entertained such clumsy attempts to engage in play, soothing the tones employed for child they spoke to, all the same flint the vision that skittered away towards task of necessity. All supposed avenues depleted to resting in the cool of the shade had he turned, loose the curl of position, chin pressed into grains between outstretched legs. Certain the ease with which one may learn of his annoyance at the situation he held no way to rectify for tail flicked and twitch, back and forth shifting as he watched others go about their work.
Sudden the rise, head spinning as it left resting place, the call staged in familiar voice drawing attention. Her beckons seemed shared among all, even about her paws frolicking a few other kittens, elder than he and thus unknown for the most part, their presence seemingly welcome. To paws did Foam quickly rise, stumbling forth with clumsy, unsure steps, released a high pitched squeak to garner attention. None refused his approach, almost expected the dismissal for prior issues with his escape attempts, and so among them was he as Sugarspice led them from the shallow valley.
Simple the construction that adorned entwined trunks, many become one simply by matter of proximity, yet even such enough to incite wonder. Bright the glimmer present in eyes that widened with their sweep, from rest breaking away the kitten, clumsy in his haste to supposedly be first. Atop one of the carefully placed stones did he clamber, loud the squeaky call he voiced with a wide grin. Silent did he grow when Sugar spoke, undivided the attention settled upon her, words poorly understood and unlikely retained, her tone and the response of some others enough.
From perch did he slip, barely caught off set balance, much slower his pace as he approached the senior warrior. Against her leg briefly was pressed chilled nose, upon withdraw once more settled on place a smile, lop sided as always, voice quiet and echoing with the joy drawn across gentle features. "Sugar."
code by Reggan