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He was barely a week old. Just opened his eyes the day before even. The she-cat he saw first, whose voice he heard, wasn't his mother. His mother was dead, by her own paw, so he'd heard. Even now, at hardly old enough to comprehend the concept of death, he understood that she wasn't coming back, that he wasn't going to ever meet her. In a few days, reality would crash down upon him, but for now, Cerys, eight days old, was a carefree cat, content with the cats around him, even if the cat who was supposed to be there for him wasn't.
The kitten, with his baby blue eyes, was already an energetic creature, one who very clearly had been dedicated to the correct god. He enjoyed the chaos, the whispers of cats wondering who this 'Kerrigan' was, and the young golden-orange tom was batting around a mossball rather fiercely, swerving in between paws and tripping up the older cats without apparent care for getting squished.
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Post by brightleaf on Mar 1, 2019 13:27:29 GMT -5
Asya saw the small kit from afar. She marveled at how in all of this chaos, he was able to play so freely.
She came over to the small kit. "Hi there Cerys... do you want to play?" She asked in a hushed tone, worrying if associating with the kit would give her some looks.
His gaze turned up to the she-cat, a smile spreading over his face. He'd seen her around, a little bit anyway, and there always seemed to be whispers surrounding her, and what he assumed was her family. Not that it bothered him, whatever controversy surrounded them. "Sure!" Of course associating with him would garner looks. He was a noble, she wasn't, and more than that, she was carefully watched under suspicion of her family having part in Kerrigan's disappearance. Some cats might find it odd that she was talking to him at all, but the Podarok didn't seem to mind.
