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Cradled in his wake, the small orange molly felt his warmth as she pressed into him. He dwarfed her, though in fairness, most of the cats here did. Even the kittens nestled against their mothers all seemed larger than her. It was a foreign concept to her, the wafting smell of milk that came off their bodies, the concept of a mother. It was foreign, but not something she longed for.She had papa after all.
After her arrival at camp, she found herself growing used to the strange smells of the pocosin cats around her. And though she was silent for a while, cautious, watching their every move, there were a few cats that caught her eye early on. She recognized their scents, their voices from her arrival. Sablestar, who had named her like one his own. She grew used to the name quickly, especially the way it rolled off papa's tongue as he licked the errant hairs that puffed out of her small frame. Sablestar was kind, quiet, but she respected him. Wolfpack was another story. Large, imposing, and he had a cruel gaze that made her skin crawl. Then there was Vanillathorn and Mirepurr, two scents that mingled. Her earliest memory that she could form tangibly was in Vanillathorn's maw, feeling her warm breath against the nape of her neck. It seemed so long ago already. She was forgetting life before Shadowclan, this was her only home now --- her only memory. Dreampaw and Magpiepaw were there too, their scent mirrored Sablestar's in a strange way, similar but so different at the same time. She found herself thinking about them often, curious.
And then there was papa.
Papa was different than all of them. Her first sight was papa. The large fluffy chocolate tabby had her nestled into his pelt, a soft nest beneath them. Her blue eyes focused, no more scents, actual sights. He was large, his fluffy tail wrapped around her protectively. And she felt a warmth over her body like no other when she laid eyes on him, an instinct to protect, to stay close to him. Even now, her eyes open fully to her clanmates. She had learned their names, their scents, but papa was always different. Her tail would perk upright excitedly when she heard his voice returning to the nursery. She had memorized what his paws sounded like against the floor, ears upright each time he returned.
He was hers.
Tonight was no different, her paws gently kneaded into the fluff of his chest, purring quietly to herself. A comfort. Something that soothed her and put her at peace.
"Papa," She began, "Do I have any brothers or sisters?" She had seen the other kits in the nursery having more kits pressed up against one body, the same scents lingering off of them. Sometimes they even looked similar. But with Timberfrost, it was just her and him.
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ooc: "meow"
@Timberfrost -
a smaller than average primarily auburn calico molly with blue eyes. Has beenblessedby Starclan... but is it really a blessing if your family has been scattered? Each of her siblings have been taken to another clan, Hollykit, Branchkit, Pricklekit, and Skykit. She will know naught of them, only being embraced by her new life and new family in Shadowclan.
