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Huxley-Chan rolled over and stretched, finding the nest empty. Apparently if you slept past sunrise tou woke up alone, or maybe that was just how his family was. To be fair both his mother’s were hard workers and his other adopted siblings were a bit older. But that was just for now, at the rate Senescence and Innocentia adopted kits he would not be the youngest for long. The grey and black tom peered out of the den before stretching. The fluffy kitten was adorable, a perfect round ball of curly fur. Looking at him it was not surprising that Innocentia was willing to take him in, though some expected her to end up eating him.
Outside in the center of camp, he delicately licked his paws. His face and feet were always neatly groomed even if the rest of his coat was a disaster. Perhaps under the proper care and grooming of a twoleg he would be truest stunning. But he had tried that life and found it quite dull. This was so much better even if he had a thousand different burrs in his pelt.
"Huxley-chan!" Innocentia called. She always called his name with a kind of delight anyone might have thought she were singing a note to a song. Of course with her childish sounding British accent it was easy for her voice to come off a bit more enchanting than most. Picking up a bundle of bows she walked up to him, placing them directly in front of the kit, "Lie down, let's get you groomed," She squeaked.
Post by Honeystorm on Nov 29, 2020 17:33:54 GMT -5
Hard working was most definitely not the word to describe Senescence. Avoidant was a lot more accurate. Even Innocentia would say Sen tended to be away from the League more than she was there, and Sen's daughter Agamede pretty much picked up the slack. It was a miracle Funk hadn't yet demoted Senescence from Proxy some days.
In contrast to Innocentia's British accent, her mate's was much more vague. It was vaguely European, but impossible to pin down in any particular place. "Do you have any of the ones with skulls?" The heavily scarred Proxy questioned, picking through them idly to see if she could find any black or dark colors among them. Since Glowstar's death, she'd been spending more and more of her time in the League, away from the rest of her family except her mate and their League kits.
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POSTEDDec 5, 2020 21:09:08 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
To Huxley everything his mothers did had to be work, it all seemed somewhat boring and full of adult responsibilities. Anything that demanded more effort than playing seemed like work to him. He beamed as he heard Innocentia’s voice, he wanted to be just like her when he grew up. Powerful and able to scare everyone even if she wasn’t all that big. Then there was Senescence, everyone seemed to listen to her and she seemed to mysterious and cool. Actually now that he thought about it he wanted to be like both of them. “Okay.” He flopped over and submitted to the grooming, though he did not exactly enjoy the bows.
"I have some pretty pink and purge purple!" Innocentia squeaked lifting up some pink and purple glossy skulls covered in glitter. "Senescence you should get started on the design while I groom Huxley-chan's fur into place." She purred before stroking her sons fur. Of course that was a huge task for her considering she was roughly the same size as Huxley-chan making it difficult to thoroughly groom him as well as an average sized cat could. However Huxley-chan's curly fur was impossible to smooth out, which just meant working on getting all of the knots free from any tangles.
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POSTEDJan 2, 2021 15:18:10 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
Huxley purred softly as his coat was groomed out. It was nice not to have to get the mud and twigs out of it himself. It wasn’t like he tried to get dirty but his curly coat meant he did not have much is any of a guard hair layer that help other cats keep their coats clean. That was probably why most curly cats seemed to be kittypets, it was just a pain for outdoor living. Of course Huxley was one that could hardly be contained. “With sparkles?” He asked. The black cat was quite enamored with glitter and other metallic surfaces. It was just so shiny and he was after all just a small kit.
"Lots of sparkles." Sen sighed slightly. Naturally, Innocentia had the almost sickeningly adorable ones. Little to no properly goth bows in sight. She sorted through the glittery bows, little sparkles sticking all over her paws that she then tried in vain to shake off, before eventually giving up and picking out a few of the sparkly skull bows and fastening them to his fur with paws that suggested she'd done this a few too many times before.
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POSTEDFeb 12, 2021 19:44:52 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
Huxley-chan was used to having glitter in his fur and no one dared make fun of him for it either. He was quickly learning how to fight dirty, probably due to his sister's Viatrix's numerous attempts to murder him. It also didn't hurt that both his mother's were feared throughout the forest. No one without a deathwish would dare bully him. So the curly-haired kit wiggled down into the dirt, pleased with being the center of attention.
