Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27669385-20160623172323/@comment-33008190-20160626025620

Winterkit watched the snow. "Itz so cwold, but I wove it." He stared out across the white expanse, looking at the rocks and straggly trees and plants.

And then he saw.

He didn't believe it. He blinked multiple times. He stood rigid and confused.

There, with a flash, it appeared.

Beside a dead bush, standing like a brown object in the rich white snow.

It looked up.

He looked up.

They stared at each other, the thousands of emotions flooding their bodies. Was it real? How did Winterkit know his parents and family would just trick him again.

Neither of them moved. Winterkit blotted out his family. He watched, curiously, sadly and questioningly.

And finally, one of them spoke, breaking the tense silence, and truly bringing themselves back to the other.

He opened his mouth. And he squeaked: "Targ ta."

Translation:

"FEED ME!"

Winterkit gasped with tears gathering, knowing instantly it was him. The real him, not a fake one, not an illusion.

It was the real Puff.

He bolted over in his mini kit legs, bouncy and smiley. He bounded into Puff--now a pudgy baby with a white stripe and brown eyes and hungry looks-- and wrapped his paws around him in a hug.

A hug Winterkit hoped would last for a millennia.