I hope you dance!

Poem wasn’t so sure about her invitation to the birth of her youngest siblings. She had felt a draw towards plants when she was younger, but she had drifted away from it over time. Poem didn’t feel like caring for injuries was her calling, especially after being named heir. Not that she was using that position these days… She shook herself of any of the thoughts and made her way towards the den her father shared with Samara.

She liked Samara, she was kind enough and offered her services and help whenever Poem needed either one. She couldn’t deny the excitement for new life and young innocent siblings. A smile played on her features as her icy white paws brought her to the little gathering outside the den. It was a beautiful day, wonderful for welcoming new family into the world. She smiled at her father and Samara before leaning against Motif. Doing her best to keep from looking nervous.