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Amata sissy! 300+
Morning light streamed through the window of their room. It had been open all night; Momma and Dad liked to let the cool night air in before the day got scorchingly hot. The light fell on the floor in pale gray rays, bleeding in from the overcast morning outside. Gotham stretched at his place on the floor, where he'd fallen asleep with the worn stuffed bear his father had found for him tucked under his elbow. He liked sleeping there, by the window; it was away from his family, but that had somehow become more comfortable. He lifted his face from between his paws and yawned, his salmon tongue curling. A small squeak involuntarily punctuated the end of his dramatic wake-up yawn.
For a moment, he listened to the dense breathing of his sleeping family. He'd never been the first one up before. It was a little exciting. Gotham rose to his feet and stretched, his tail waving steadily behind him. He headed for the door, slipping out quietly and plodding slowly down the stairs. Stairs had been scary a short while ago, their steps like the teeth of some horrible beast; but after a few weeks of using them, he no longer feared them. At the bottom step, he paused, listening for any activity. But the house was quiet. It seemed all of his packmates were asleep. It must be really early! The dark child was about to see if the front door was open when movement from outside one of the living room windows caught his iridescent gaze.
Gotham approached curiously. A butterfly flittered just outside the open window. Grinning, he watched it for a moment or so before it flew through the tattered pane, into the house. He backed up slowly, following it with eyes that so closely matched the creature's wings. "Hi, butterfwy!" he greeted softly, watching it spin in circles above him.
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Should we assume that they don’t know about Cambria yet?
Edit: Since the pack thread happens right after the day that Cambria is sad, then maybe we should either back-date this or have them be sad about Cambria?
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Amata woke slowly from a dream. She had been playing with the clouds, and they did not yell and they were not angry. They were white and fluffy and soft and nice, and they gave her nice pats on the head. In her dream she had turned around to look at a small cloud that had come to visit her—it must have been a puppy cloud, like her. But she didn’t get to know if she had gotten to play with it or not, because now she was awake. A little frown came to her sleepy face as she yawned and streatched, reaching with her little toes as she rolled over to her other side. Licking her muzzle, her body relaxed, and it seemed as if she would fall asleep again. But suddenly she sat up, shaking her fur. As she moved away from her sleeping family (and she noticed, with dismay, that Gotham was not there) she couldn’t help but notice that the ground was not like the clouds. She refrained from giggling as she left behind the butterfly toy—maybe Cambria will still want to sleep with it.
As quietly as she could, the little girl walked out of the room. She found that her brother’s scent was strong here, and she followed it stealthily as if she were hunting. The sound of her approach was noisier as she plopped down each step (the steps were so huge!), careful not to fall down. And she felt very accomplished when she made it down the entire flight without slipping and falling, and she was doubly glad that she had not hurt herself. Wagging her tail and looking back up at the stairs in conquest, she continued on her way, prancing daintily as she went. And Gotham was just ahead—he wasn’t hiding or anything.
"Watcha lookin’ at?" the girl whispered, aware that the entire place was very quiet with sleeping members. But as she came up alongside him, she followed his gaze. "Ohs!" she exclaimed, her tail wagging furiously as she smiled a toothy grin. "Is a butterfwy!" Then, remembering many weeks ago what had happened when she and Cambria had tried to play with one, she wondered if her brother knew also. Turning, she looked at him with wide, almost surprised eyes. "We can’t touches her, or she will sleeps forever!" The last word was uttered with awe, as if it were the most horrible thing in the world. And, of course, this butterfly was a girl butterfly, she thought, because it was very colourful.
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This post is kind of bad, my apologies.
His head spun in slow circles to match the direction of the butterfly's flight. He felt his tail wagging excitedly behind him, and oh, wished she would come down and play with him. Maybe she would even be his friend. He'd never played with anything but other wolves and, of course, toys. Gotham's enthralled observation of the butterfly was interrupted by the soft thuds of someone small descending the stairs. It had to be Amata or Cambria! The boy paused, turning around to see his cream-furred sister prancing toward him. He had actually expected it to be her, since Cambria seemed very sad. Sad people didn't often like to play.
As she neared him, Gotham's tail waved furiously behind him, his rear-end wiggling. She could help him convince the butterfly to play! At her question he slowed down a little bit, looking up to the butterfly. Couldn't she see? He was about to explain to her when she looked up on her own and realized what had enraptured him so. Gotham giggled softly, "Wells, yeah!" he told her. But her voice suddenly became grave, and when she had finished speaking, the boy's head tilted to one side, puzzled. "Huh? Why she do that? Is she sick, like Cambi?" He uttered his invalid sister's name with sadness, but he was still very curious about Amata's warning.
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"Nos," the girl said sadly. "She’s not sick likes Cambi...." Her sister’s condition made the girl sad. She wanted Cambi to not be sad anymore. Maybe that was why Nani had gone away, the young girl mused. Why did Nani hurt Cambi? It didn’t make sense. Amata only knew that it made her sad and scared, because Cambi hadn’t done anything wrong, had she? Was this some sort of punishment? A soft whimper escaped the young girl. Maybe the butterfly toy that she had left her would help her sister to feel better. Amata didn’t know that this was not a normal sadness, and thought that their stuffed butterfly friend would make it all better like it usually did.
"I dons knows," Amata admitted quietly with a shrug, her eyes turning from her dark brother to the shiny butterfly that fluttered around in the light that filtered through the windows. "Mamma said so." And that seemed to explain everything. A small frown came to the creamy pup’s maw, and she was silent for a few moments before she looked back to her brother. "She said that they are fra-jell and del-ket," she explained carefully, feeling proud that she could use big, grown-up words too. "And she said that fra-jell and del-ket makes them sleeps forevers if we touches them!" Her voice was a whisper now, as if she were telling him some wondrous secret. It all seemed like a very complicated thing, and the little pup definitely didn’t understand it all. She only knew that she had seen it happen when she had played with Cambi outside, and that she and Cambi had been sad because their butterfly friend couldn’t play anymore.
"Have you played with other bugs?" the girl asked suddenly. She remembered how she had played with a stick—that was a fun game. "Or maybe," the girl said suddenly, "wes cans plays hides-gos-seeks—but quietly." The creamy pup didn’t want to wake up her parents or her sister (she always felt better after a nap—maybe Cambi would too). And she didn’t want Gotham to make the butterfly sleep forever. So maybe they could play a different game together! The house was quiet and still dimly lit, and that made games fun to play. Her tail wagged happily behind her.
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As he watched the fluttering butterfly, he thought of the toy Cambi and Amata liked to play with. Butterflies must be very good, because they made his sisters happy. Lately, it hadn't had the same effect on Cambria as it usually did, but he knew she loved that toy, and Amata did too... Gotham was sure that if it wasn't girly, he'd love it too. But there didn't seem to be anything "girly" or otherwise limiting for him about the creature flying silently above them, so he wasn't against liking it. Amata's simple explanation closed the rest of his curiosity about why something would go asleep at his touch; so he just nodded. Momma wouldn't tell lies. He didn't want to hurt the butterfly, since it was good and nice to look at and since its plush version made his siblings happy.
"Fra-jell and del-ket? Okays, so we should leaves her alone," he conceded. He was a little jealous that Amata knew words he didn't. But he let it slide for now, looking away from the butterfly as if even his gaze could make her sleep forever. He remembered his own adventures with bugs and grinned proudly. "I plays wiff rollie-pollies, an' a pray-mannis!" He might have added that praying mantises could bite, but his pale sister had suggested they play hide-and-go-seek. That was one of his favorite games! He loved finding new nooks and crannies within the house to hide in. "Yeah, le's play it. We can bes quiet," he added, now whispering even more softly. "Not it!"
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The young girl nodded quietly in agreement, staring quietly. She was mesmerized by the pretty colour of this particular butterfly. Cambi would have liked it—it was pretty like the sky. But as Got’am turned away, so did she, allowing her mind to fall away from the sad thoughts. Amata smiled at him. "I like rollie-pollies toos!" Her excited exclamation was kept relatively quiet, although it still sounded loudly in the early-morning silence. The stubby tail wagged happily behind her as she looked at her brother. "But," she said suddenly, the wagging of her tail faltering as she tilted her head thoughtfully, "whatsa pray-mannis?" She wondered if it were a bug too, and she wondered if it were fun to play with, like butterflies and ladybugs and rollie-pollies.
The white pup nodded vigorously in agreement. "Yeahs! Very quiets!" She didn’t want to bother Mamma or Dadda, and she definitely wanted to let Cambi sleep too. So this was a good game to be quiet. But, right as she was about to say, “Not it,” Got’am beat her to it. "Aww! ...no!" the little girl pouted in protest, but she wasn’t really disappointed at being ‘It’. She leaned back in a mock play position with her rump in the air, a mischievous grin on her little muzzle. Amata stayed that way for a long while before she finally admitted that she was going to be ‘It’. With a little sigh, she said, "Okays," in an exasperated way. "But you better hurries and hides," she warned before turning into a corner and shoving her head in it. Closing her eyes, she began to count in the way Mamma and Dadda had taught her: "Won, Too, Thwee, For...." And she counted slowly and steadily in a very loud whisper until the count of ten. Only then would she go and find her brother, who was supposed to hide.
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