Friends of a Feather
As the sun slowly rose into the sky, a small kit slumped out the door of their home in the village, ears laid back close to their head. They didn't -want- to go and do chores, chores were boring and they'd rather play with their siblings. Plus, there was the not so small issue of THAT chore. The one they always tried to trade off with someone. But it seemed their sibs had had enough of that and no one would trade with them today. Arden sighed heavily, w...