Sun Mote Copse My love is a planet revolving your heart

Weejay’s make-believe war against her daddy’s tail continued onwards, with or without her daddy’s involvement. She kicked, scrabbled, nommed, and growled — any time the tail was whisked away she was hot on it, oblivious still to her lazy brother who would rather sleep than play. Boring! Weejay loved play too much to sleep, and it wasn’t until Wildfire’s point drew Eljay’s attention away that Weejay stopped, sitting upright and wildly panting as she caught her breath.