Two kittens. Perfectly identical. Bolder than Spices. Friendly, passionate, daring. And yet soft-spoken and gentle. Sleeps struggled feeling affection for most cats, but they were the exception. Children of flame. Souls of ember. They will light the path. They will find a way. _-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_ And another, with a heart of gold. Sings the song of a nightingale. Bright-eyed and innocent. He will flutter and fly they will soar through the sky. The fire will be there to guide him. He will find a way. _-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_ And there were three. Children of the forest. Their pawsteps set in stone. The fire will be there to guide him. The bird will lead them onwards. They will find a way.
