Sagekit could barely squint when she heard a rough mew calling out foreign names and orders, which was quickly followed by shuffling and peaceful chat from cats just outside the den Sagekit was in, or at least that's all she could hear.
Forcing her eyes open more, the small kit turned her head to take in her surroundings, this was the first time she could get a real look at where she's always been rather than just mental distortions based on all of her other senses, which was often very tiring to conjure up.
The small lump of fuzz next to her must have been her brother, the cat her mother always tried to soften their squeals, Volekit. His fur was as stated, just fuzz. It looked very soft but frizzed and almost dead looking at the ends, but his markings were already very distinguished despite the texture, he had a grey coat with much darker shades that swirled across his sides and swept around most of his legs, from what Sagekit could tell, he had short whiskers compared to herself.
Sagekit faced forward again and found herself viewing her mother. Remembering times when she heard muffled mews of a tom who used to come in and sleep with them, he always adressed the body wrapped around her as "Frostshade" so Sagekit could piece together that quite well. Frostshade was a light grey she-cat, only a few shades darker than Sagekit and with faded markings very similar to her brother's. Her fur was very sleek though, with a sort of shine to it that Sagekit knew many cats complimented, though she couldn't find the exact aesthetic factor in it. Her mother's dull green eyes have been staring at her the whole time, the kit notices.
"My, you opened your eyes so early. I should have named you Heavykit for how big you were, guess it's showing off now."
Sagekit let out a squeak of confusion after looking at her brother, seeing that he was rather smaller than her.
"Mhm, he's a normal-sized kit. You're just large, you'll be a strong warrior." Frostshade started licking her kit lovingly.
"Just go back to sleep, Sagekit. Volekit will open his eyes soon."
Gosh, why did she have to open her eyes so early? They were already starting to hurt. But she didn't want to only rely on her other senses anymore, it was growing boring not being able to just see what all those cats were saying, see their limbs and food, their living space. Her living space.
But Sagekit's eyes were hurting, so she must let herself rest a bit more and use them later, for safe keeping ya know.
Well, she was going to let them rest, but then an absolutely stunning she-cat came sauntering in, large, poofy hair getting some plant fibers stuck in it with the tight fit.
She was primarily brown with specks of white fluttering across her coat dashingly, though her fur texture was very much like a grown, more healthy version of Volekit's. Her eyes were a deep blue that looked so charming with the dark brown and creamish tan hues littering around those gorgeous circles of color.
"Do you know where Cedarcloud is?" She was looking for her father?
"No, Barkflame. Leave me and him alone. Go be buddy buddy with your sister or something." Sagekit's mother replied with a disgusted, hard face.
But Barkflame! A much more strong, dominant name than "Frostshade" something a lot more tough sounding than a pretty nothing just to match a decent face to everyone else.
The she-cat bounded out of the entrance, a lazy glare prodding at Frostshade's much more needlessly intense face.
"That cat! I swear, she gets uglier and ruder everyday and still expects to get closer to your father." How could she say such a thing! That she-cat was much more prettier than the mother in front of her and from how it seems, a lot more respectful than a cat with no meaning to her name than a pretty face.
"Well at least you won't end up like her, you look like you'll get my slender coat, everybody adores it." She didn't sound like she was talking to a kit, but more of an equally snooty, probably older friend.
"Now go to sleep! I'll wake you up if your brother opens his eyes." Frostshade licked her kit's ears and waited till she fell asleep to rest herself.
The next morning started for Sagekit when she heard her mother's gentle calls and nudges.
"Volekit opened his eyes! Don't you want to see? His eyes are blue like yours, but the real color will be forming soon."
His eyes were indeed blue, for now. You could already see how dull they were though, much like his mother's.
Were Sagekit's eyes just as dull? So blank and boring? She sure hoped they weren't. She wanted those creamily sloshed colors swimming around her pupils like Barkflame, oh how she adored that she-cat's appearance.
Volekit and his sister exchanged long stares, examining eachother in full. Volekit taking in the soon-to-be sleek coat and slightly too small ears while Sagekit hinted her gaze at his short whiskers and still way to frizzy coat.
"Don't you two look absolutely enchanted by eachother?" Frostshade laughed, cozying up closer to her offspring as a young, very oddly attractive greyed tom with ginger fur came inside the nursery, he looked very similar to Cedarcloud, whom Sagekit saw for the first time yesterday late after sun-high. This cat had the same coat and bright pop pink nose, only with fiery green eyes rather than relaxed, peacefully warm ones.
"Soiltooth is in the medicine cat den, might want to go meet your lover rather than me. I have your son, I don't need an old senior warrior with probably his last litter of kits on the way himself. Not even the same cat they were all different she-cats for all the litters." This tom was Sagekit's grandfather?
"Rotten crowfood you are. I don't know why Cedarcloud chose you. He could have gotten close to any she-cat but he went for a good-looking one with nothing in her brain rather than a dashing lowly-face with a personality. Hope his kits don't end up the same." With that he left, a sour exit to his desperate entrance.
Sagekit could feel the tension clinging to the air even though she was only a few days old.
"Don't mind him, you two. He's just a cranky old elder."
Sagekit shrugged it off, he just seemed a bit too bitter to a bitter statement. Normal, to be expected, and not anything to keep on the mind for long.