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Rest your head close to my heart, never to part, baby of mine.
The storm was fast approaching; the winds howled and great gusts blew through the canopy of trees, rustling the budding leaves and sending a hurricane of fresh blossom petals like a cyclone along the path she tread. She sniffled occasionally, her little jaws wrapped around the arm of the stuffy that still smelled of her mother. A tear ran down her cheek, then another. She looked around again and sat the toy down, her lip wobbling. "Mama!" She called again as loud as she could. Another gust wrapped around her and she winced, closing her eyes tight and bracing herself against the force. By the time it died down she looked around again only to gasp, her breath catching in her chest and her throat burning with a new wave of tears. Her baby, her toy. Mama gave it to her when she was a baby. It was gone. "Mama?" She whimpered, looking around frantically. She ran to the left, to the right, poked her little nose in different bushes. Where was it? She was lost... and her baby was gone...
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Post by uniqcrim on Apr 25, 2019 17:02:31 GMT -5
Despite the storm happening, Flyingcolors could be found out in the territory, embracing the winds and incoming storm in order to ensure that her herbs were properly covered. She had planted some herbs in order to ensure they would have a bountiful supply and she needed to make sure the small plants would survive these winds. That was when she heard a tiny little call carried on the wind and her head swiveled, stopping dead in her tracks. As worried as she was about the herbs, it sounded like someone was in trouble and needed help and the blue merle was not the type to ignore anyone who needed her help. She immediately switched directions towards the sound and was taken aback as a small, fake creature was thrust against her legs. What was this? She grabbed it in her jaws and moved forward to find a small kit sitting and sniffling in the middle of nowhere on her own. She set down the tiny creature and tilted her head. "You seem to be far from home, little kit."
