01-04-2008, 09:32 PM
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indent Though it was only a little past noon, everything seemed a lot darker than it should have been. The sky was covered with a layer of dense clouds, heavy and laden with… something. Kansas had just figured out that clouds most always meant rain, snow, sleet, or hail – he finally understood that whenever there were clouds, precipitation was on the way. He hoped it was snow this time – he had a lot of fun with it, leaping around and digging in it, attempting to pounce on the mice that scurried below. He had been iffy about wintertime only a few weeks ago, but now the gold-cast boy loved it.
indent He made his way to the creek, a short jaunt from where he usually slept – near the den. There, he paused and gazed at his reflection in the ice. He hadn’t thought to do so ever before. Staring back at him was a face with a longer muzzle, larger ears, and coarser fur than he remembered. It surprised him. Maybe it wouldn’t take forever to grow up after all. He wondered briefly about his adoptive brother, Moon… he’d been told about him, but didn’t know what he was like, or even how old he was. Kansas assumed Moon and Sun were a lot older than he was, going off on their own like they had. He grinned and stepped onto the ice, where he slipped and fell onto his belly. At least he hadn’t fallen through!
indent Though it was only a little past noon, everything seemed a lot darker than it should have been. The sky was covered with a layer of dense clouds, heavy and laden with… something. Kansas had just figured out that clouds most always meant rain, snow, sleet, or hail – he finally understood that whenever there were clouds, precipitation was on the way. He hoped it was snow this time – he had a lot of fun with it, leaping around and digging in it, attempting to pounce on the mice that scurried below. He had been iffy about wintertime only a few weeks ago, but now the gold-cast boy loved it.
indent He made his way to the creek, a short jaunt from where he usually slept – near the den. There, he paused and gazed at his reflection in the ice. He hadn’t thought to do so ever before. Staring back at him was a face with a longer muzzle, larger ears, and coarser fur than he remembered. It surprised him. Maybe it wouldn’t take forever to grow up after all. He wondered briefly about his adoptive brother, Moon… he’d been told about him, but didn’t know what he was like, or even how old he was. Kansas assumed Moon and Sun were a lot older than he was, going off on their own like they had. He grinned and stepped onto the ice, where he slipped and fell onto his belly. At least he hadn’t fallen through!