The child was terrified as storms raged outside the old building they were taking shelter in, the wind rattling the tightly locked windows. Wraithvine got the fire going while others did their best to help the frightened child calm. Including a gentle, cuddly, feline.
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Rain raged against the old farmhouse's roof. The wind screamed in the trees outside, threatening to extinguish the fire as Wraithvine attempted to start it. Gikka, feeling every degree of the cold, had sunk into a torpor and a convenient corner. Amity had monopolised the blankets because Berrie was shivering.
They were still shivering even though they should have been nice and toasty warm.
Amity rocked with her adopted child, trying to hum a tune above the racket of the storm. Which was too loud to do such a thing.
Lilbit, finished with grooming her floof, oozed her way into the blankets, and then Berrie's arms. There, she started purring and doing her own work to clean Berrie as only a cat can.
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