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Littlestar lifted her paw, giving her little ones their first taste of the clan outside of her den. It was their first time exploring outside of the High Priestess Den and getting to meet the other members of the clan. "Go have fun" she purred. The rest of the clan would know the kits, after all they had all visited to bestow both she and them with gifts, but their ears and eyes had still be closed. Only a select few had been allowed to interact with them since then. Of course she had already informed the Janus and other warriors to help keep their eyes on them so that they didn't wander to far as the learned the camp's boundaries
Perfectkit predictably took the initiative and was the first among his siblings to step out into the sunlight. He winced as his paw-pads met summer-warm sandstone for the first time but he did not shirk back to the safety of his mother's side. It was going to take more than that to scare him off. Without looking back, he bounded out right into the center of camp, his kitten-blue eyes wide with curiosity and excitement.
"I'm not sure they are old enough..." Bloodyrondo stood at Littlestar's side, his tail-tip twitching. He'd grown close to these kits especially since they were born right around the time Satinlights had died. They weren't his kits, obvious, but in a way he felt like they were, and he was just as protective of them as their biological parents. Unlike thier real parents, however, he'd never raised a litter of kits, so he still had all those same unfounded concerns that any first time father would, "... if they find their way into the tunnels, they could get hurt."
If you want to shine like the sun, first you must burn like the sun ~ SunClan High Priestess
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Post by racer on Aug 1, 2020 10:03:14 GMT -5
Littlestar
SunClan High Priestess
The Peace Keeper
"They will be fine" she tried to reassure her promised "This isn't my first litter, and they are plenty old enough to venture out into the safety of the camp" she purred watching was the kits began to scatter
