"Oh Blue Jay, darling your kits are so..." A voice said, searching for words. "Beautiful." Came a shaky word from the lips of a queen.
"Do they have names?" Spoke a tinier, weaker voice. The young kitten flinched as she felt someone prod her pelt, she protected with a "Hey!" And nuzzled deeper into her mothers fur.
"Running Hare! Leave them alone." Blue Jay's sharp voice spoke out, it was familiar to her. "But yes, this one is Crouching Mouse..." She trailed off, the kitten squirmed again as her pelt was touched. "Soaring Dove." She purred sweetly, nuzzling her two kittens closer.
Soaring Dove pawed at her mother, she had a sibling? Who? She couldn't see them. Maybe if she... the young kitten soon blinked open her eyes and squeaked. Nuzzling deeper into her mother's fur before glancing back at the world. It was small, and had others... "Soaring Dove!" Her mother's sing song voice brought the feeling of warmth to Soaring Dove's face. "You've opened your eyes!"
"Yes, mother!" Soaring Dove purred, glancing beside her. There was a small bundle of white fur beside her, and she raised a paw to prod it. "How come Crouching Mouse won't open his eyes?"
"Things take time dear," Blue Jay's soft voice spoke, a small smile on her face. "It took Fox Tooth's kits days to open their eyes!" She purred, the dark ginger she-cat look offended, her jaw hanging open. "They're the leaders kits! They'll be the best the Group's ever had."
Blue Jay rolled her eyes, scooting Soaring Dove away from her side. "Go play with Running Hare and Wilting Flower. They could use some company." She spoke quietly, almost a whisper. But Fox Tooth nodded, so she assumed it would be okay. Soaring Dove made her way over to the two kittens, playing with a ball of moss. They were throwing it to each other, giggling and calling each other names when they missed. The ball of moss rolled over to Soaring Dove and the two kits strode over.
They were taller then Soaring Dove, she gulped and stared down at the ball. "You're Soaring Dove?" The tom kit meowed, tilting his head. She gave a nervous nod, "I'm Running Hare. And this is Fawn Leap." The she-cat stuck her tongue out, crouching down and taking the moss ball away. Running Hare jumped to his paws and followed after his sister, Soaring Dove followed after. Not saying much as she followed the two out of the milk smelling hole.
Running Hare and his sister lead her down a tunnel, and then eventually the center of camp. There were cats lazing about, and talking to each other. There was a dim light where a cat was sitting post. "Forget the moss game," Fawn Leap snorted, shoving Soaring Dove over to the guard.
The small brown cat jumped as the kits approached him, Soaring Dove opened her tiny mouth as she stared at the colorful lights. "What's that?" She asked the cat on guard, named Little Bird. "That's the... outside. You won't be going out there until you're at least five moons old."
"Why?" Running Hare grumbled, shaking his head.
"Your fathers orders," Little Bird replied calmly.
"What about the kittypets daughter? She's part kittypet, who would care if she left."
Soaring Dove flattened her ears at the remark, Little Bird frowned and shooed the kits off with his lax words. "Her parents would, now be gone you three."
Soaring Dove followed after the duo, with a question on her mind. What's a kittypet? Am I a kittypet? She thought to herself, finally prodding Fawn Leap's shoulder with her gray paw. "Hey... what's a kittypet?" She asked, Wilting Flower smirked and backed off. Crouching down. "A kittypet is a good for nothin' stinkball!" She soon pounced on Soaring Dove, batting at her ears roughly. She squeaked, trying to push herself off but the large kit was too strong. "You're dad is one! So that makes you half worthless!" Wilting Flower growled, gnawing on Soaring Dove's ear.
"O-ow!" Soaring Dove squeaked, trying to paw her off. "Stop it Fawn Leap! You're being rough!" She cried out, but Fawn Leap carried on laughing and giggling, batting at her pelt and jumping all over her roughly. "Kittypet, kittypet!" She taunted, chewing on her tail as Soaring Dove tried to search for Running Hare with her gaze. Would he help her? "Good for nothin' kitty-" Wilting Flower's rude remarks were cut off as she stared up at a white tom.
"Fawn Leap!"