This is the revised story of some very early ocs of mine, so please don't be rude.
Enjoy!
Robinkit was awoken by frantic pawsteps and hushed voices. She lifted her small brown head to see what was going on, but her newly opened eyes were still fuzzy and unfocused, and she could just make out a grayish shape bent over a whiteish one, with two smaller shapes, one brownish and one golden huddled beside them. She felt the soft touch of her mother's muzzle gently nudge her back to the warm, milk scented belly of the queen, and she obeyed the touch and let Mama ease her back to sleep.
Blind. That's what they'd told Cedarkit's mother. She guessed, in a way, that was true. All she could see when she opened her eyes was a blurred haze of smeared color. But she wasn't truly blind. Cedarkit could see her brother's golden pelt. She could make out her mother's brown patches, and she knew her own fur was the same shade. It was all colors though. The real shape and definition was a mystery to her, so in that way, she guessed she was blind.
Her brother Sunkit had gone off to try and play with the two older tom kits, Windkit and Rockkit, as he always did, and Cedarkit had made herself comfortable in her nest, for another day spent thinking to herself as always.
But today was different, as she realized the big she-cat from across the den was coming towards her. All Cedarkit knew about this queen was that her name was Slimtail, and she had a daughter named Robinkit who was the youngest in the nursery. The little brown kit realized that Slimtail was carrying Robinkit with her by the scruff.
Slimtail set the tabby kit down in front of Cedarkit. "Good morning Cedarkit! I thought you might want to play with Robinkit, and you've both got so much in common, so have fun!" The black she-cat mewed before turning her back on the two kits."Hello! I'm Robinkit! D'you want to play with me? "The little tabby squeaked. Cedarkit rolled her hardly functional eyes. There was nothing in common between her and this little cat. "Sure.." She responded.
Robinkit mewed happily. "Great! Follow me!" The tiny kit hopped up, and tried to scamper forward, but stumbled and lurched to the side, falling on the ground. "Owie.." Cedarkit bolted upright behind Robinkit, concerned for the little tabby.
"Why'd you fall? Did you get hurt or..?" The solid brown she-kit asked the smaller tabby one. Robinkit sighed. "One of my paws is bent. I can't walk on it that good. I'm not really that much fun to play with, so you can just go if you think I look weird.." Suddenly Cedarkit realized what Slimtail had meant when she said they had a lot in common. "It's fine. Besides, I'm blind. I can't even tell you have a crooked leg!" Robinkit perked up."Really?" "Yessiree!"
Later that day, the two kits were found curled together in Cedarkit's nest, fast asleep, feathers and flower petals woven into their fur.
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