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Post by lemon on Jan 15, 2009 23:58:26 GMT -5
Finchsong had been sleeping in an odd spot near the entrance of the nursery that morning, so she woke to water from the steady thaw of late leafbare dripping plunk. . . plunk. . . plunk onto her nose.
The young, russet colored queen groaned and opened her pale olive colored eyes only to have the drop that landed on her nose that very moment splash into her eyes.
This startled her and she shot up, nearly hitting her head on the low ceiling, heavy with wet snow most likely. "Brilliant." Finchsong muttered. She sat back a little drowsily and began to wash herself, mostly just smoothing down her thick, matted fur.
After that she felt a little more awake and a smile spread on her young face.
She stepped out of the nursery and padded slowly over to a little spot of sunshine. It was a pleasant and brisk day outside, but the scent of newleaf was in the air and that put a joyous shimmer in the corner of Finchsong's eye as she sat down in the sunshine.
She closed her eyes for a moment and let the gentle wind blow through her pelt. It felt nice out, for the young queen had gotten used to the cold as normal. So now that it was a bit warmer, it had a pleasant feeling.
Finchsong let her eyes flicker open and she flicked her tail, her gaze drifting towards the fresh kill pile. It was low, as usual for leafbare. But I'm a queen now, and I should be fed more often. The young queen purred a bit selfishly and stood, padding slowly over to the pile and pulling the plumpest bird she could out of the pile. She carried it back over the the sunny spot outside of the nursery, walking slowly again for her swollen stomach ached when she moved around to much.
"Mmm." The russet colored tabby purred as she sunk her teeth into the meat, still warm from being recently caught. It was a beautiful taste, and the aroma was fragrant to her senses. "Nothing better. . . |
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