Username;
The Blu Kittu
Name;
Asura
Gender;
Male
Favorite Christmas memory;
Asura blinked, staring ahead. His vision was still a tad blurred, though he could see enough to find that small white specks
that felt puffy and soft were falling onto his nose and along his back. The powder was cold, though the brown bean thought
it felt quite nice, as his abundant levels of fur constantly kept him hot, and feeling cooled down was a nice change in his mind.
Asura blinked again, his vision clearing slightly, as he looked up at the large bean beside him, whose scent was one of the most
familiar to him. "M-mmum! W-Whas dis?" Stumbling over the words, he stared at his mother, curious as any young bean finding
a new something would be. His mother grinned, her eyes the same soft yellow as his own, "This? This is snow, you'll enjoy it greatly
Asura." her answer confused him slightly, though he nodded, then waddled farther into the soft white snow and tried to dig down,
his tiny paws flailing around, tossing up the white stuff everywhere. He looked back up, though now his mum was staring down at
him with a red box hanging from her mouth. She placed it beside him, then nuzzled his ear and whispered "Merry Christmas!".
Staring at the box a moment, the brown furred bean began to tear into the wrapping, jumping back as the paper fell down around
the gift, revealing the box which kept the wrapping paper standing in that way he guessed. Asura blinked, staring at his mother
with a questioning look in his eyes, before finally poking at the box, and tearing at the small strip down the middle which was
darker than the rest of the box and allowed his claw to slip through. A few moments of poking at the crease, and eventually sticking his paw through, led him to pulling apart the top of the box, and letting him view its contents, which even then took a few moments longer for him to pull his eyes away from. Inside the box he had just managed to destroy, lay two wonderful things, a pair of faded black fingerless gloves with many brown spots decorating the bottom where your fingers come out, and a matching scarf. Grabbing the scarf and golves, Asura began his struggle to putting them on, until his mother leaned down, pulling the gloves onto his squishy front paws and wrapping his scarf lightly around his neck. "Tan ku!" he yelped as soon as his mother stood back to her full height, a smile plastered across her face. "Tan ku Tan ku Tan ku!" he ran in a small circle, which ended as he got a face full of snow. His mother then scooped him up, and brought him back into the house, unknowing that her young burnt brown bean had a pouch filled with the wonderful 'snow', until of course it melted all over the floor, just before he fell into sleep, in the comfort of his warm and safe crib.
