Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27600777-20171011114740/@comment-32004538-20171020151023

(wow I rlly need to comment more here)

Silver had chosen a room with comfy bed to curl up in under a silver-and-green comforter. Getting the idea from Fade, she had requested to have her mother's jewelry box, or an indentical of it. Inside was no jewelry, but a picture of their family. Golden was covered in mud, kitten Silver was in the middle of wiggling, preparing to pounce, her father was nuzzling her mother and her mother was gazing fondly at him.

The comforter looked close to the one she had when she lived with her parents. But her father, Night, left, and Golden died, so she moved away, to her own den.

Her bright, jade-green eyes had faded into a duller greenish gray. Her silver swirls were becoming less sharp, more blurry, as the gray moved across her pelt. He rmuzzle was now tinged with gray. She didn't notice, though, as she walked out of her room. Strangely enough, she was content, but not excited or happy or sad or upset. That was rare, for her.

And usually her mind was flowing with ideas, but now she could only think of a few.

I'm sleep-deprived, she told herself. She smiled politely at BDK and meowed, "Good morning."