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Sable-chan, the mouse sized black kitten made entirely out of fluff waddled into camp. She was an absolute ball of fur with stubby legs peaking out from beneath. No one said anything, everyone usually just stared at her. After all Vera's kits were never long furred like she was, it was hard to tell if she was a bengal at all given only her tiny black paws peaked out. She skipped over to her sister, bumping her playfully which was a good thing to do seeing that it looked like she didn't even have a body under all the fur, "Hey, sissyyy. What are you up to?"
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POSTEDJan 3, 2019 18:45:39 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
She raised a singular eyebrow at her sister. The two were even more opposites than she and Kyra were, and Haera and Kyra were ying and yang. Where Sable-chan was a ball of fuzz, it appeared almost like Haera-chan had missed entirely the age of kitten fluff. Since the day she was able to groom herself, there was never a fur out of place, and the short-furred she-cat looked nothing like her sister. She was a snow bengal, and how much further away could that be from a black fuzz ? Practically nothing.
"Nothing of importance," meowed the feline of few words. "It looks as if you are doing about the same." Despite the relative eloquence of her words, her voice was high and tumbling, the voice you would expect of someone who probably was barely old enough to wander into camp.
"Oh..." Sable-chan said, looking around camp and for a moment leaning back like Haera-chan doing nothing. She bit her cheek, then her lip until a squeal emitted from her, "Hey Haera-chan! How about we stop doing nothing and go climb to the top of those wuins and then we can try to push each other off and whoever stays on top longest before the other gives up is queen of the wuins! If I'm queen of the ruins I will own all the lizards that I hear come out in the warmer moons. Whatever a lizard looks like... I bet it's fwuffy and cute just like me though!"
