･ﾟ :｡･･ Tomorrow holds no promises ･ﾟ·:｡･ ✦ except the ones we've made. The dark tom laid on his side, enjoying the warmth of the sun and listening to the shrill cry of kittens giggling and rolling about as he lounged near Honeyflower who was currently keeping a careful eye on Owlbear's newest flock from a distance. She had never struck him as wanting kits, mostly because they were still so young themselves and that the barn had been rather crowded fairly often with how many cats came an went from it - but a small part of him also felt hesitance in the idea because his inability to see had been there since birth. Some cats passed down colors, some passed down having an extra toe or the length of their fur and he didn't truly understand it but he worried that he might pass down his blindness. He had never felt particularly bad about not being able to see, as a kit Hornet was quick to stomp down anyone bullying him and hovered protectively and Honeyflower had never paid much attention to it either outside a few careful questions when they first met. But still, he often dreamt of what the world looked like, he had no means to compare, his imagination taking over for what his eyes could not see.
"They're fun aren't they? The kits." He commented, tone carefully guarded as if unsure how to breach the question before simply diving in, "Have you ever thought of what it'd be like?"
"They're fun aren't they? The kits." He commented, tone carefully guarded as if unsure how to breach the question before simply diving in, "Have you ever thought of what it'd be like?"
Ooc- @Honeyflower
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･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟ ･ﾟ·:･ﾟ ･ﾟ·:｡･ ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟ･ﾟ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･･ﾟ･ i am lost here ｡✦ ･ﾟi am lost with you･ﾟ ･ﾟ･･ﾟ･ﾟ･
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Sweetnose
— Warrior of WindClan
— He/Him
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
— Solid black tom w/yellow eyes. (Is Blind)
#edc11a
