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Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2023 14:29:05 GMT -6
#s://i~pinimg~com/564x/57/9e/aa/579eaa76bcd8bf82fe38de65c96cf3e9~jpg Settling into motherhood had come more naturally to Eve than she'd expected. Certainly, there were challenges, but she felt mature enough to tackle them as they came. Plus, with Sable at her side, she felt less stressed than she might've otherwise. Today she'd gone out to hunt early in the morning, leaving Zinnia to her own devices for a short while. She didn't like leaving her daughter, but Eve knew it was important for her to learn independence and trust. When she returned she held a small rabbit in her jaws, still warm. "Zinnia, honey, are you hungry?" If she was, she'd allow her to try some of the rabbit. The she-kit was getting older and it was time to start weaning her off of milk.
Stretching her tired muscles, the queen settled down on the bed of moss and feathers she and Sable had made, setting the rabbit down before her. Hopefully her littermate would stop by to share a meal as they usually did. Though coming to the Kingdom wasn't Sable's idea, they'd been a good sport through it all. Of course it was strange, living around former clan cats, but none of them were particularly hostile toward them. At this point, Eve hadn't been comfortable enough to allow any strangers near her daughter. One step at a time, she reasoned.
tor | bones note: a short post, i know, but i wanted to get some family bonding time goin! |
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Post by tor on Dec 10, 2023 14:15:14 GMT -6
#s://i~ibb~co/qkGJbdT/zinniakit~png Dutifully, Zinnia didn't leave the den when her mother left to hunt, remembering Eve's words when she said it wasn't time for Zinnia to meet the other cats in their home besides Sable. It was easy to listen to her mother when the thought of other cats frightened her a little. The Kingdom, her mother called it. Zinnia was aware it was a new home for her mother, even if it was the only home Zinnia ever knew, and thus her mother's caution toward the other cats had blended into Zinnia's own fear. She blinked, waking up from a small nap when her mother's scent caught her attention, followed by the sound of Eve's voice. Zinnia stretched out her two front legs as her mother came in with some sort of food. Long ears, big back feet - a rabbit, maybe? Zinnia was still learning the names for all the things that they ate, as well as everything else that lived in the forest. "I'm hungry," she said, slipping out of the shadows of their den to join Eve in the nest. "Did you catch this? Is it called a rabbit?" She knew cats ate prey like this when they got older, but still she eyed the catch warily. Was she old enough for such things? What little solid food she'd had so far had been pre-chewed, or small bites. Eating from the catch itself seemed... strange. But she'd do it, if that's what her mother wanted. |
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there i go, turn the page
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Post by bones on Dec 30, 2023 15:45:38 GMT -6
#s://i~postimg~cc/3N2rnvBR/Sable-POSTINGimg~png | sable, Do not mistake my goodwill for weakness.
I am patient with everyone...
But when someone is unkind to me or mine,
Weak is not how you are going to remember me.
[sorry this is late! ;-;] |
When Eve had left earlier that day, she hadn't asked Sable to keep an eye on their niece - but that was because she knew the smoke tabby would do so anyway, without being asked. It was difficult, though, to just linger around out the nursery and not go in to keep Zinnia company... But they knew Eve was, in a way, beginning to also wean her daughter towards a place of independence; it also, understandably, was a show of trust to go out hunting like that: trust in Zinnia to listen and trust in the strangers around them not to do anything. Now, though, their sister was back and with a healthy catch, given the season. Perhaps, they ducked into the den in Eve's wake, whiskers twitching as the kit emerged from the shadows, eyes bright with a curious, analytic light; the slight wariness that followed and had her hovering over the rabbit, though, as she joined her mother in the nest had them stifling a soft chuckle. Were Eve and themself like that, when Mal first brought them prey? Despite managing to keep a collected face, amusement danced in their yellow eyes as they circled the nest; taking a few moments to fuss silently, they tucked any errant feathers or loose moss more firmly into place before coming back to gently bump heads with their sister - greeting her as they usually did when she returned home. They were glad she'd returned safe and sound, more than anything else. |
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