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( for roman, diesdrè, and their family. the newborn kits are currently two moons. )
Diesdrè slept soundly in her nest. The last time she was in Post Kilo was when she first joined, with her kits Cillian, Sorcha, Blakely, and Aisling. She remembered as they ran through Post Kilo, enjoying their new home; or, at least, that's what she thought. She hadn't been the best mother to them, but she really tried her best; now that she was through with her first litter, hopefully her second would be better.
Aisling was currently watching her little brothers and sisters, making sure they wouldn't be getting themselves in trouble. She remembers when she and her siblings were younger, and they would get into all sorts of shenanigans with each other. She chuckled softly at the thought.
Róisín started awake suddenly, having been in the throes of a nightmare - not one bad enough to make her toss and turn in her sleep, but enough to make her look around the den wildly before realising where she was. "A-Aisling?" she mewed, pulling away from her mother's sleeping form ever so slightly to get a little closer to her older sister.
winterclan's leader and mistakenly caught floaty thing
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Post by simplylight on Jun 29, 2019 22:13:58 GMT -5
Tigerpaw purred as one of the kits snuggled into his tail. Once again, he was protectively watching over his nieces and nephews. Although, he felt a little more comfortable with them living with Roman and Diesdré now. At least the rest of the Regime accepted them and helped watch over them. He had to admit that the "tunnel rats," or so they had been called by the clans, were alright. Many of them were fairly kind, truthfully.
Sorcha snorted from nearby. "Why are you still watching them Aisling? You know they aren't going to do anything interesting."
