The small, pale-furred, pale-eyed kit sat down, small, glittery, silver stars sparkled around her paws and in her fur.
The curious kit tilted her head at the female Palefur and blinked cutely before bunching the muscles in her hunches, leaping up onto the desk.
The cold, dark, dreary weather was certainly inspiring her creator, the kit noted with a warm, content purr that rumbled in her chest. The Palefur typed away on her keyboard various color schemes she'd use for OCs. Most dark and soft, soothing colors.
The kit tilted her head, ear twitching before her eyes widened, "Hey," She said, pointing a small, pale sharp claw at the screen, under a document titled, Here I Am, "weren't you supposed to have that finished and posted yesterday?"
"Wanted to." The powerful Palefur smirked, shrugging, "but, y'know, life."
The little kit blinked owlishly as a new, exciting question sprang to her mind, her fur prickled and she resisted the urge to bounce on her paws in anticipation of the answer.
"I'm I gonna be character you're gonna actually use?" She squeaked the last word, tail tip quivering like a stubborn, tree-bound leaf caught in the breeze.
The author swiveled her desk chair, apprising the kit bewilderedly, as if she'd suddenly proclaimed, I wanna be a hawk, before laughing and petting her from head to tail.
"Of course!" She said, dark eyes gleaming with amusement she looked over the kits strong but slender built, her muscles outlined beneath her pale pelt, which, of course, she could change to whatever color she wanted.
"How about Wolfkit?" The powerful being of awesomeness asked.
After a few heartbeats, the kits pale eyes which, again, would change to whatever color suited her creator, lit up in excitement, "Wolfkit. I'm Wolfkit!" The kit felt like she was about to pass out as she leaped with joy. She had a name. She couldn't wait to see what adventures her creator would send her on!
"Will I have any siblings? Who are my parents? What color will my eyes and fur be? Will I have a Mommy and a Daddy? Two Mommies? Two Daddies? What!"
It was only after her creator shot her an annoyed look that she promptly shut up, looking down at her pale, starry paws in embarrassment, ears flattened.
"First of all," The powerful being began firmly, a hint of amusement in her tone, "all your questions will be answered eventually."
The answer only made the kit feel worse, knowing it could be years before she'd get a story, as her creator's middle name was basically 'lazy.'
"And second of all," The Palefur continued, "can you be a good kit and wait patiently?"
The kit nodded as her small head was tilted up, her creator smirking proudly, "Good, 'cuz I've got a plan for you already."
"Really? What is it!" Wolfkit felt she'd burst from anticipation.
"You'll have to wait and see." The Palefur said, causing the kit to deflate somewhat, "It'll be good though, I promise." And with that, she was poofed away in a small, kitten-sized cloud of silvery smoke.