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 Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 10:17 am
 (thank you bouncy ^^) The castWeaselfur: Me! Morningflower: Coco Gingerkit: Dhs Tinderkit: Hi warrior Bramblekit: Geyser Coonkit: Coco Spicekit: Me biggrin
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 11:39 am
Weaselfur was so happy to be a father, but five kits would be a paw full. He walked into the nursery to see the five bundles of fur suckling on there mother.
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 2:17 pm
Bramblekit snuggled into her mother's fur. Red light played against her eyelids. She took a sniff and smelled warm moorlands, rabbits, and the smell that pervaided every scent in the camp; that of WindClan. She mewed happily at the scent of her father.
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2008 6:01 am
Morningflower looked down at her kits. Five wonderful, beautiful kits. She lifted her head to see Weaselfur walk in. "They're beautiful," She meowed happily, "They're already getting adventrous."
Coonkit pushed closer to her mother. There was so many new smells. She noticed one of the smells was her father. She mewed. She was happy. Slowely closing her eyes, she went back to sleep.
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2008 11:05 am
Weaselfur heard his small kits mewing and said to Morningflower " How are you, are you hungry? I can get you some fresh-kill." He padded up and sniffed the kits. " They will be fine warriors, someday." he meowed to his wonderful mate.
Spicekit mewed, squirming under her mother's belly. The fur was soft and warm. She smelled her father's scent as he walked in the den.
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2008 11:35 am
Blindly, Bramblekit raised one paw to bat her father on the nose. She mewled blissfully in the quiet contentment that her family was together. She snuggled deeper into her mother.
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2008 12:33 pm
Gingerkit wiggled and mewled. He'd strayed too far from his mother and could feel cool air seeping through his thin fur. In a desperate attempt to get warm his squirmed to where he could smell his father and curled against his leg.
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Posted: Wed Jul 23, 2008 6:24 am
Tinderkit nuzzled into is mothers fur. He smelt the smell of his father and mewed. Pressing against gingerkit.
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