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Post by Lilygold on Jul 21, 2015 13:51:02 GMT
Blissfully. That was the word to describe Copperkit's day so far. A lazy sort of day. Copperkit found it fun to watch clouds and follow assorted bugs, to see where they led him. He was usually quite disappointed, however, because the bugs were either too fast, to where he couldn't follow them, or too slow, to where it got boring, but when he did find them, they just crawled back to their home. Everyone else was too busy doing other things to play with him, but the heat was just right, and a breeze soaked through his fur, so he didn't mind too much. He left everyone else to do their thing, and he would do his. Then, he found something, one of his favorite things. Author's Note:Heh. This isn't lore in any way about FS. Unless it should be... Maybe I'll poll it. Don't worry, this isn't the whole chapter. There are six parts to the chapter. each of them will be a post, and so it goes. Not quite as exciting or good as Sunset's Darktail lore, which you should totally go read, it might help you understand ReedClan a little more, but my little story'll have to do. Anyway, this note is almost as long as the paragraph, so I'll stop now. Take care!
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Post by Lilygold on Jul 22, 2015 2:11:16 GMT
Caterpillar. That was the one though running through Copperkit's mind when he saw it. A hairy, colorful, worm of happiness. So many silly little - and big - cats loved to bat around butterflies, and this was the start of that. He loved these things! Some of them quite fast, but not too fast, he could chase them whereever they went. Maybe it would make a cocoon right in front of him! Ooh, then he would be able to check back and watch it change! Or maybe it would lead him to a butterfly grove, and he would be able to play! He looked at it in awe and wonder, then went to check out where it was going, padding lazily, but still barely keeping up. He was unsure of where he was soon, but reassured himself that someone followed him, or at least some cat would come and follow his scent to find him if he got lost. The seed of doubt grew in his mind, but he waved it away. However, the seed had no need to sprout...
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