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Magna was the last to saunter out into the shimmering light of the day. Spring was not a favored time for Magna, but she enjoyed it nonetheless. The kettlekat honestly preferred the chill of winter and the glittering effects of snow upon the ground. Something about spring felt too new and mushy. The ground was wetter most of the time, making for dirty paws, and the bugs were newly hatched, ready to chase after and try to bite her. Above all, Spring oddly felt so bright. Nonetheless, the wintry kettlekat would do her best to enjoy it, resting then upon the cottage's front porch, simply watching those around her.

Magna witnessed Aslaug in the distance, flying in the trees looking for new sticks for her nest. The pair of kitlike were romping around a piece of old fruit tossed out by Blossom in the bushes. The sol roc chick was sleeping in the shade with the spectal, while the two lunons looked to be having another argument. The only one that honestly caught Magna's attention for long was Chum Bucket, who had been staring at the sun for far too long and was now chasing after a bug to eat it. She questioned if a dead thing exposed to the sun for that long would stink, but decided against finding out. Instead, Magna would saunter off towards the edge of the forest near the flying Aslaug. Perhaps the kettlekat could find some lost trinkets with her bridgeon companion. Maybe she would find some fairyflies to catch as a gift for Blossom, or some ugly Weeping Agaric to bat at. Either way, her day would be spent searching, something peaceful and fun.