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Post by unknownhearts on Jan 21, 2022 0:58:37 GMT -5
biyuu ☆彡 Divinekit's eyes were still baby blue, no where close to turning into green like her father's. Would that happen? She shouldn't be so paranoid, but it was a target her mind kept hitting. She didn't stand out, just left to sit in the shadows. It didn't help that her large litter was still mostly nursery bound, or was supposed to be. On a nice day or if Cherrypaw got bored of staying in so much, they could be let out. Thankfully, the latter tended to happen more often than not, so a herd of pudgy kittens was left to wander and make a mess of camp. Divinekit stayed behind the group, shaking against the cold. Even so young, she was beginning to shed, tufts of silvery white hair following in her wake. She didn't know how much grief this would cause her until much later.
"Divinekit? Where is that lazy useless child of m--oh, there you are, sweetie-pie!" Cherrypaw waddled over to Divinekit, her stomach still distended from her arduous pregnancy. Some of her Clanmates joked that there were still a few more kits in there to be birthed. Cherrypaw was not a fan of the idea.
"Divinekit, darling, don't you have something to show mummy?" Cherrypaw asked, sickeningly sweet. "Perhaps...a dance? Your special dance? Your special dance you do for me when I'm bored?"
there is literally no way i could've phrased this without it sounding insanely dirty please don't ban me it's a literal musical dance
Post by unknownhearts on Jan 30, 2022 23:54:56 GMT -5
don't ban biyuu here you can see our dumb reference here h t t p s : / / w w w . y o u t u b e . c o m / w a t c h ? v = z G G A 7 4 I e 0 a Q
Of course, Divinekit could hear that first bit of her mother's words. It must seem harsh to anyone else who'd happen to overhear it, but it was what she was used to. Of course, Divinekit knew that it was just her mother's way of loving on her. After all, no one else could do the dance. Whenever Cherrypaw was bored, she'd turn to her, and that puffed up her ego.
Too young to understand the truth, Divinekit pretended to be annoyed at her mother's request. For just a moment, with only an eyeroll. But she still moved to stand in front of Cherrypaw. Running in place to start, her back paws having to stamp to an unheard beat. Then she touched her front paw to her opposite back paw, then did the same on the other side. She had to do this last part quick, barely able to pull herself up on her hind legs and gesturing to herself than out with her front paws. All the while singing.
"Berries and cream! Berries and cream! I'm a little kit who loves berries and cream!"
She didn't even have to go up an octave, her kitten voice was still high enough.
