12-08-2020, 03:01 AM
~ ☼ Gazing out past the long, green curtains of her new home, Onyxkit watched as the day passed her by, shuddering at the slight chill that seeped in from the outside despite the blanket she had dragged with her. Rare were the times when the hybrid actually left the greater warmth of the nursery, and these days continued to become scarcer as temperatures continued to drop. Yet, as the sun reached its peak in the sky, the previous chill dissipating into a temperature that was much more tolerable, if still a bit chilly, her head poked its way out through the odd green coverings that blocked the way, the rest of her soon following as she stepped out into the daylight. While the light may have felt good on her fur, the chill the breeze brought had her tucking her tails as close as she could to her body, partially protected under her blanket.
Curious red eyes scanned over every corner of the camp as she padded across the cool sands, drinking in as much of the sights as she could. So many places, so many things to see, so many creatures roaming the camp, a vast majority of them being nothing more then strangers to her. So much to experience, yet the cold kept her confined to the nursery until the conditions were right for her to emerge once more, leaving her with nowhere near enough time to explore. It did, however, give her an abundance of time to work on her speech, which was steadily improving, but now, more often then not, the lessons the queens were trying to give her were put aside in favor of trying to coerce them to play games with her instead.
Tempting as she was to join some of the kits in the games they played not far from the nursery she had slunk out from, the thought was discarded when her roaming eyes landed on a familiar form, familiar, yet so very new as well. It had hurt, when news had come that her papa was gone, that he had died, to know that one of those that had raised her wouldn't be around any more, it was...sad. The sudden, stark lack of his presence had been chilling, and no matter how much she denied it, it would still be true, he was gone...and then, he wasn't. Her papa had come back, but it wasn't exactly him. He didn't look the same, didn't have the same scent, he was an entirely different creature then he had been, yet, at the same time, there were things about him that were the same. The way he spoke, the way he moved, it was so similar to what she had known, but the differences were still jarring.
Turning fully away from the rest of the kits and their activities, Onyx's paws led her further away from the warmth of the nursery, but closer to the warmth of family. It wouldn't have been hard to hear her approach either, between the occasional drag of her tails against the sand, and the rustling of her blanket as it dragged along the ground behind her. "Papa!" the youth called out in her usual chipper tone, nearly stumbling once or twice on her way over as her blanket got caught on the occasional rock
[member=15694]RHINESTONE.[/member]
Curious red eyes scanned over every corner of the camp as she padded across the cool sands, drinking in as much of the sights as she could. So many places, so many things to see, so many creatures roaming the camp, a vast majority of them being nothing more then strangers to her. So much to experience, yet the cold kept her confined to the nursery until the conditions were right for her to emerge once more, leaving her with nowhere near enough time to explore. It did, however, give her an abundance of time to work on her speech, which was steadily improving, but now, more often then not, the lessons the queens were trying to give her were put aside in favor of trying to coerce them to play games with her instead.
Tempting as she was to join some of the kits in the games they played not far from the nursery she had slunk out from, the thought was discarded when her roaming eyes landed on a familiar form, familiar, yet so very new as well. It had hurt, when news had come that her papa was gone, that he had died, to know that one of those that had raised her wouldn't be around any more, it was...sad. The sudden, stark lack of his presence had been chilling, and no matter how much she denied it, it would still be true, he was gone...and then, he wasn't. Her papa had come back, but it wasn't exactly him. He didn't look the same, didn't have the same scent, he was an entirely different creature then he had been, yet, at the same time, there were things about him that were the same. The way he spoke, the way he moved, it was so similar to what she had known, but the differences were still jarring.
Turning fully away from the rest of the kits and their activities, Onyx's paws led her further away from the warmth of the nursery, but closer to the warmth of family. It wouldn't have been hard to hear her approach either, between the occasional drag of her tails against the sand, and the rustling of her blanket as it dragged along the ground behind her. "Papa!" the youth called out in her usual chipper tone, nearly stumbling once or twice on her way over as her blanket got caught on the occasional rock
[member=15694]RHINESTONE.[/member]
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[align=center][font=georgia]Onyxpaw ✧ Palmclan Gladiator ✧ Tags ✧ Played by Machiro