Morning Dilly Daddle Fiddle Faddle

*Regulus* · (This post was last modified: 10-17-2014, 04:15 PM by Regulus.)

Regulus

Light filtered into the den, making it all but impossible for him to stay asleep. Red light filtered through his lids, and finally, he relinquished the battle and opened them, squinting against the brighter rays. He could have snuggled his face into one of his sisters, or his mothers belly fur, but, instead, he felt the thrum of excitement; starting at his nose, and ending at his tail and toes. He hoisted himself up, up onto still stubby puppy legs and paws too big for his body and shook himself, deep sapphire blues blinking away that last bit of groggy sleepiness. This was not a time for sleep; This was a time for exploration. And who better to do it than himself, the mightiest of explorers?

Regulus carefully crawled over the tangle of sisters and legs and tails, until he was free, then glanced over his shoulder to make sure his escape had gone un-noticed. Thus far, it looked like everyone was still asleep. His fathers russet mass behind his mothers silver and black, and then his two sisters. Zuriel and Faite. A grin crossed his muzzle, his tail beginning to whip side to side, before he turned and charged out of the den, skidding to a halt as the wide world engulfed him. His eyes went wide. It was huge; even bigger than he was. The morning sun caught his fur in a soft halo of red. He lifted a paw, looking at himself, and quickly tumbled off balance, rump and left hip plopping onto the ground, right hind stretched out in a decidedly undignified manner.

He?d never really taken the time to see how different he looked from the rest of his family. Under the light, it was beyond difficult not to notice. A bird fluttered by, intent on caching seeds and nuts for the winter, and his differences were forgotten as easily as the river carries a leaf away. Speaking of leaves. He pounced! The dry willow leaf crackled pleasingly. ?And the mighty explower defeats anover enemy!? His young voice was laced with an accent reminiscent of his mothers, plus the slight imperfections that came with young age.

Wind caught another leaf, scuttling it over the stone, and he pounced that one, too. ?Take that! And that!? All worry about waking anyone up had been forgotten in the ?battle?, so busy was the red pup with fending off the horde of leaves. He pounced and barked, growled and yipped, and pounced some more. Leaves crackled, some disintegrated. Many got away, just ahead of his front paws.

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