Blackfeather Woods But somethin' about me is makin' 'em jealous

Dated to the 22nd. All siblings welcome!

She woke. Truly woke and her eyes slid open to reveal pure blue orbs. Her eyes slipped shut again as she screeched in protest at the sudden, unexplained assault on her optics. She backpedalled hurriedly, colliding with the milk-mountain with a startled "oof". But curiosity was a powerful thing, and it was before long that her eyes opened again. Eyesight was an amazing thing, no matter how blurred and poor it was. 

Sight was an amazing thing. She proceeded to make another symphony of excited noises, wandering around the den until she looked back at the blurred forms that were her siblings.

Witch was the second to wake, and it was only because of the sudden outburst of motion beside her that the little girl's sleep was disturbed. 
It was her sister, but the best-maybe the only good- part to waking up was the new sensation that at once assaulted her. Her eyes slid open, revealing two bright, curious blue eyes that zipped from place to place. Unfortunatley, she could still see nothing other than blurred colors, and only up to a certain length away-Keoni was but a grey little blob, which honestly wasn't far from the truth anyways. For now, the cream and red potato did her best to focus on her older sister-to fail, but it was a good try. Next, her little blue eyes turned to a form that was familiar deep in her soul-Althaia. Her greyness was something that brought Witch great happiness, and she even scooted forward until she'd bumped into the massive paw that was her mothers-the girl didn't seek the touch of her birth giver, nothing but the knowledge that she was there, already so independant.

*Jumps in all the family threads possible*

She had grieved, at first, for her boy. The one fate had not been kind too. But her three distracted her, exhausted her, and made bold her heart. She started when one bumped against her paw, jolting awake at the thought of someone coming to invade the den. But it was not so, and she stared down at the little colourful pup tenderly, the sister some distance away with the same expression. The boy still lay close to her, but when she realised that something remarkable had happened to the girls, she nudged her son, too, wondering if the same change would come over him. Two pairs of brand new sapphire optics gazed at the world, and she smiled, one of the expressions that was rare to grace her face these days. 

To the girl that had bumped into her paw, she swept her close, with the intention of giving her a bath. She swept her tongue over the oddly silent girl, the opposite of her sister in that respect, a few times before letting her wander once more.

Orange! The blurred colour was the first of it's kind in the girls eyes, and the splash of vibrancy in the muted tones of the den excited her. She waddled as fast as possible toward it, intent fully on crashing into it. High pitched squeals accompanied her journey, however, she miscalculated and slammed into the side of her mother instead. She gave an indignant squeak, before twirling and searching for the fun coloured lump again. Sister, she would be known as.

Witchhazel didn't know anything of her brother-the one who had been taken away- and she didn't know either of her mothers sadness for him. She did know, however, that she loved her mother-and yes, even her siblings-even if she didn't really show it for a puppy. The little one never took the time to cuddle closer, or to look for affection-but she was immencley pleased when Althaia brought her beween her massive paws and began to clean the lumps fur. All Witch offered was a gentle hum of content, sitting still and letting her eyes roam around them. The smaller grey lump was getting bigger.... And then suddenly she was right next to them, clearer than before but still with details undistingusable. The girl-her sister-spun around, and out of curiosity the little witch prodded a paw towards her sisters form.

As he was nudged into a state of awakening he grunted, lifting his head and sightless eyes skyward. He did not open his eyes — they remained shut — as he mewled questioningly, trying to decipher what was going on.

When nothing out of the ordinary happened he lowered his head, waiting silently for what would come next.

She saw the paw, saw it before she could even feel it, and squealed in delight. She opened her maw wide and attempted to close it around the paw, whether or not she was successful she would lose interests in a few moments. She spun in a tight circle, already the light beginnings of a headache caused by meticulous use of this sudden new sense beginning. Her gaze fell on her brother, a black lump, and she burbled happily as she waddled toward him, attempting to climb on top of him in a clumsy manner.

A warm wetness closed around her paw, and much to Witch's astonishment, it'd also vanished. Was this normal? Should she call to her milk-giver? In the next moment, it was released - seeing the little grey blob opening her mouth to reveal her own paw was another surprise for her. When Keoni turned and moved towards their brother, Witch barely noticed - she was too busy staring wide-eyed at her damp paw and cooing at it senselessly.

His eyes still closed for another day or three, Nikai gurgled in surprise when his sibling climbed him. Yet it was not a total surprise, for he was used to playing with them. Nikai rolled on his back and swatted his paws around while his sister climbed him, trying to fold his paws and mouth around any part of her that he could grab.

oops, late! want to fade since it's old? c: