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Light blue eyes fluttered open to the hazy darkness of the den, gazing around in confusion. Something had woken him, though he wasn’t entirely certain what. The sun had yet to rise, so the light couldn’t have remotely been the issue. The rest of his denmates were fast asleep, or were lying in their nests, unwilling to greet the day just yet. The tom frowned and pulled himself up in his nest, shaking his furry head. It wasn’t a dream, was it? He couldn’t remember anything. Dreams that were significant enough to wake him up at least left him with an echo of a feeling or a vision. He had nothing. Silverpaw padded from the den, looking around the camp clearing. All seemed still.
The clearing was quiet for the moment, but Silverpaw had likely been awakened by the high-pitched singing that Frogkit had been serenading the camp with this lovely morning. She’d been shushed into silence by an irritable senator, but now that she was alone again, she carried back on.
“~A BEAR THERE WAS, A BEAR, A BEAR!~“
“~ALL BROWN AND BLACK, AND COVERED WITH HAIR!~”
She bounced around the camp as she sang, her voice impressively loud for such a small kitten.
If you want to shine like the sun, first you must burn like the sun ~ SunClan High Priestess
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Post by racer on Jul 10, 2021 16:37:06 GMT -5
[omg bauble...i love you right now]
"Three boys, a goat
And a dancing bear
They danced and spun
Up to the fair"
answered Burnishedpaw in return of the small kit's singing, finishing the next set of lyrics that the kit had started. Burnishedpaw had grown attached to the little kits after their play time at the river, findin the little she-kit quite intriguing. Spotting Silverpaw, he turned his gaze over "Well hello Silverpaw! Heading out to train?"
