The Sentinels of all the human misery, and all the waste of life

babies are a month and a day old, omg ;_; @Blue Willow present dated thread maybe??? of course all family always welcome!

change was as constant a thing as anything else in her life, but these changes could not be noticed by deirdre so gradual they were. day by day she and emaleth grew; now, their ears were pricked atop their crowns (though were still prone to crumpling over) and their paws were not as small as they once were, a prelude of the figure to come. there were parts of her sisters that seemed fuzzier than others, and if deirdre could see herself she'd see the same thing but in a paler complexion—adult furs beginning to emerge, able, now, to be noted. for now, neither cub was wildly out of proportion as it was only the first day of this new month, but in the short time to come their conformation would shift to bring them larger heads and feet that would seem to belong to a different being. there were different things being ignited in the child, who at present stirred from her evening nap. she rose, looking about her to gather her bearings and see who was near. her remembering was slow, but a sort of dread filled her as she thought of her sister, the memory of their brief—or, was it still present?—separation nightmarish, and unsteadily deirdre called to her sibling, hello???