Private Kittypet may the angels protect you ⟡ and sadness forget you

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By the time they burst through the brush that lines their garden, their paws are sore with the bite of autumn chill. It is not the same great journey they'd waste a stretch of days upon before the arrival of their children but it is still a long one after so many moons spent lounging in the peace and warmth of fresh motherhood. Most of their time had belonged to cuddles, the sink of gum-broken teeth into their fur and a barrage of questions equivalent to a flurry of blows.

Not today. Today, they'd wandered out towards those towering pine trees to acquaint themself with those who lingered just beyond the alleys, those who made neighbors of a love held at an annoying but manageable distance. (Hopefully another visit was in short order, though they feared after the inferno maybe that would become less frequent). It's no surprise that four, round, owlish eyes loom in the shadow of furniture that towers them.... as they clamber down into the stony floors of their Twoleg's fresh-kill room.

"Hello, starlight, how was your nap?" They reach to press their nose to the plush furs at the base of tiny, pointed ears, sat at alert or folded in anger maybe that their mother had left them in their sleep. "Have you been awake long?"​

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[Havenkit]

There had been a minor competiton hosted today in their parents absence, hosted by Haven himself of course! He would always boast about having the best ideas for games, unless Arethusa wanted to claim the title then he would be a good brother and relinquish it upon request. There would be wide pleading eyes like one's he's seen the dog kits give in their neighbours yard. It never worked... thankfully he didn't have to worry about that today though since she seemed happy for him to claim that title! He had managed to climb higher than usual today in this little game he's concocted, you had to pretend that the floor was extremely hot. Like how it is when the sunbeams warm it but if it hurt instead of it being nice. Today he had managed to climb onto the top of the couch today, the plush almost velvet cushions were cool to the touch so this is how Haven knew that they were the safest to touch!

All games come to an end though, when the familiar sounds of padding pawsteps approach he is quick to turn to their littermate. "Wait! Floor might be hot still" he puffs out his chest, as a sign for them to wait until he jumps down and potentially takes this fatal blow. Does he slip a little on the way down? Well, yes! The kitten has mastered how to climb up furniture, not so much how to climb down. With a kitten squeak of a war cry he leaps onto the ground, half prepared to fall down dramatically and cry out for his siblings help as a way to tease but he didn't want to worry his momma either.

"Momaaaaa" he chitters out like a starving bird waiting for their next meal. Stomping his way over to their side and sniffing at them with curiosity, long dramatic ones of course since Haven is anything but subtle. "Boringggg you left" the whining is short lived, bobbed tail wiggling in excitement to barrel onto the question at the top of their mind. Butting their head against their parents leg he nuzzles against it with a muffled "you smell funny!" Funny like outside... not just outside but beyond their fence outside!