Introduction

Or…

Honeykit, Wake Up!

A paw seemed insistent on prodding her side.

One...two...three...four…

A pause, then: "C'mon, Honeykit, wake up!"

Then it continued.

One...two...three...four.

"I wanna see those pretty eyes!"

One. Two. Three. Four.

"Jaykit!" Thankfully, her mother's sweet, familiar voice intervened, something the young kit found herself grateful for. "Leave her be. She'll open her eyes when she's ready."

There was a huff from the squeaky-voiced tom kit, but he seemed to retreat, his pawsteps sounding on the soft sand that Honeykit imagined made up the nursery floor. As was her natural inclination, she found herself putting a face to the kit, despite never seeing him before. She imagined him as a long-haired, mud-brown thing with dull eyes and a large, unattractive form, maybe even with a tooth jutting out from his lip.

Yeah. That seemed suiting.

Suddenly, something crashed on top of her, and with a squeak of surprise Honeykit found herself rolling with...whatever it was.

Of course, her natural instinct was to open her eyes.

Instead of the beautiful face of her mother, or the sun shining brightly into the nursery - the things she often dreamed of when she would think of opening her eyes - she was staring into the face of a young kit, no more than a moon older than her, with his snow white paws pinned to her own. His smoky blue eyes opened wide, lighting up with excitement, before he turned to her mother. "Lakeheart! She opened her eyes!"

While Honeykit knew she should have looked at her mother then, she found herself staring up at the kit who remained hovering over her, both in shock and amazement.

It couldn't be…?

No. This kit was far too handsome to be -

"Jaykit!"

Oh no…

"That's no way to treat your denmate!" With ease, Lakeheart grabbed Jaykit by the scruff, with the small brown-and-white tom struggling in her maw to break free from her strong grip. Ungraciously, he was plopped onto the ground, with his little legs - not yet fully accustomed to - buckling beneath him. He shot her mother a glare, but he seemed to be smart enough to keep silent and instead shook his fur of the moss that clung to his fluffy fur. Honeykit frowned at him, unsure what to think of Jaykit. She had imagined him ugly, but he was pretty instead.

She found herself struggling to get on her paws, her stumpy legs shaking, but she managed to pull through and stand properly, like her mother and supposed denmate. She examined to the pair with the baby blue eyes all kits had, wide and filled with curiosity.

While Jaykit was precisely the opposite of what she had imagined - with a soft white and pale brown coat and an elegantly angular face - her mother was near precisely what she had thought, though perhaps a bit whiter…

She was right about the grey patches at least.

Lakeheart's amber eyes gleamed as Honeykit took a hesitant, shaky step forward, almost falling back to the ground though with a characteristic stubbornness she refused to comply with her body's wishes. Gradually, though progressively, she found herself in front of Jaykit. Despite the tom being a moon older than she was, they were the same height. His smoky eyes never left her as she walked towards him, concealing the same pride Lakeheart had.

Her mother gently nudged the tom with her snowy paw. "Go on now. Introduce yourself to her like Littlewhisker told you."

Jaykit dipped his head politely. "Hello, Honeykit. My name's Jaykit, Littlewhisker's kit." He sounded formal enough, but then he pressed forward and his muzzle met her head, pink nose nuzzling gently into her ear…

Which was folded back against her skull.

She blinked once, her round eyes widening even further. She looked at Lakeheart through the corner of her eyes. Her mother had pointed ears. So did Jaykit. As the tom kit's nose traced her ear, she realized that only her ears were so...weird.

Why?

"I like them." To add to her many surprises that day, Jaykit seemed to have known exactly what she was thinking. The tom was purring, looking kindly down on her before nuzzling into her ear again. "Makes you...you…" He paused, looking up at Lakeheart. "Unik?"

"Unique, Jaykit," Lakeheart corrected gently.

What a strange word…

With a sweep of her short-furred, yet plush tail, Honeykit was pulled back to her nest, with her mother's long, towering body curling comfortably around her. Lakeheart glanced at Jaykit. "It's time for a nap. Joining us?"

For a brief moment, Jaykit looked right about to refuse, but then he seemed to realize that it wasn't a request, but an order. With a sigh, the older kit trudged forward, curling beside Honeykit with his muzzle placed softly to her deformed ear, almost like it was instinct for him.

And with that, the two kits were asleep, with Lakeheart wondering if there were ever a stranger pair of kits.

To clarify, Honeykit was born with a deformation in her ears which cause them to lie back against her head and never grow. Despite this, she isn't deaf, with the mutation remaining only physical. Believed to be caused due to a premature birth.

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