Snowfrost found herself rudely awoken the next morning. Something round and furry had hit her in the muzzle, startling her out of her dreams. In the nest in front of her lay Misty's fake mouse, and a tail-length away stood Misty. There was a guilty look upon her face, although the kittypet forced herself to smile and chuckle.

"Sorry, Snowfrost," she mewed, lowering her ears. Snowfrost rolled her eyes, picking up the toy with a claw and tossed it back to her denmate. After, she sat upright in her resting place.

"You are forgiven. Just don't play near me while I am sleeping again," she responded as she began to wash her face, sounding colder than she'd meant. Misty muttered another soft apology, picking up her toy to play with elsewhere. Snowfrost took this time alone to properly wash herself, checking on the kits in her belly when she finished. Seeing everything was now in order, Snowfrost stood. After giving a good stretch, she padded off to have a bite to eat. She was pleasantly suprised to find more food in place of where last night's meal had been. It was cold this time, but Snowfrost wasn't about to be picky. She gobbled up a huge portion of the chicken, cleaning off her whiskers, before walking off to explore her new territory. Many strange objects towered before her, some brightly colored, others made out of wood. Snowfrost wondered what some of these things were. Along her walk, Snowfrost spotted Misty playing alone in a corner. She was tangled up in a pink colored vine, rolling and tussling about, though she didn't seem to be trapped or in distress. In fact the giggles that rose from where she played told otherwise. Kittypets are amused by the simplest of things.

"Misty?" She called as she stopped in front of her denmate. Misty glanced up at her from her place on the floor. In this moment she was upside down, rear propped up by the wall behind her. Part of the vine was trapped between her teeth, as if she were feigning a killing blow to a piece of prey. She almost appeared kit-like this way.

"Is there any way you could give me a tour? Perhaps teach me about all these sorts of Twoleg items that are laying about everywhere?"

Misty let out another giggle, flipping over and dropping her toy. "Oh yes, I'd loved to!" She swished her tail invitingly, prompting Snowfrost to follow.

"Let me show you what's in this part of the den first. Different areas in housefolk dens are called 'rooms' and this one is called the livingroom," she began. "You already know the couch, which is a main attraction here. And with it usually goes the magic vision box."

Snowfrost followed her companion like a curious kit, learning everything she could about her new surroundings. Her ears were trained on the other molly's voice, clinging to her every word. If Snowfrost was going to stay in a place like this, she realized she'd have to know what sorts of objects she would be dealing with. After all, she needed to make sure things were safe for her kits.

As they padded from room to room, Misty taught Snowfrost the names of things that she knew in Twoleg Speech. Things such as table, kitchen, yard, house. And for whatever she didn't know the proper name of, Misty taught her the language kittypets used. For instance, Twolegs were called "housefolk", which Snowfrost found odd, but supposed it made sense.

By the time the tour was over, Snowfrost's head was reeling. She felt as if she was an apprentice again, exploring the territory for the first time; yet she'd walked barely a flea-length of the distance and was just as tired. When the two she-cat's returned to the living room, Snowfrost felt drained. She jumped up onto the couch and settled herself down, soothing her restless brood of unborn kits in the process. Misty leaped up after her, turning in place to groom the base of her tail.

"So how do you like the house?" She asked.

"I suppose it's nice, for a Twoleg's den. It seems safe enough. I'm sure I will settle in just fine."

"That's good to hear. I think your kits will like it too. We'll have lots of fun around here. Oh, and just wait until we explore outside the house tomorrow!"

Tomorrow? Snowfrost hadn't realized the Twoleg would even consider letting them outside.

"We just have to wait until you get your collar. I heard our housefolk mention the word earlier. I think it's what she left the house to do."

Snowfrost grimaced. A collar? Surely she did not need such an obvious mark of ownership, right?

"What is the point of me wearing one? I am no one's belonging. I am already bound to this place because of my kits, is that not enough?"

Misty turned, blinking at the other molly. "Oh it's not about that! It's in case we ever wander too far, or get lost. It's so other housefolk know where we belong, and so they can bring us home."

Snowfrost could only muster a disgruntled huff, still not keen on having to have something hung around her neck. As she adjusted herself and rested her head on her paws, the front door of the house creeked open, allowing their housefolk to come inside. The lumbering creature padded its way over to the couch where its two willing captives lay. Misty stood up with a welcoming trill, receiving a pat on the head. Snowfrost growled as the Twoleg attempted to do the same with her. Despite her warning growls, the seemingly daft beast scooped Snowfrost up. It placed the pregnant she-cat onto its lap, running its paw along her back. It seemed that it was trying to soothe her. Though she was still on edge, Snowfrost allowed her guard to drop a little. She wouldn't get anywhere if she didn't try to get along with her new housefolk. And the creature was being gentle enough. Snowfrost was a reasonable cat, she could level with this Twoleg as long as it didn't try anything funny. So she inevitably allowed it to pet her. And soon, she allowed it to claim her.

From it's pelt, the Twoleg pulled out a brand new collar, opening it and fastening it around Snowfrost's neck. It was uncomfortable, but it gave her plenty of room to breathe. With a glance, Snowfrost could tell the patterning laced against the strange material. The main collar was blue with white snowflakes along it. In the front there was a heart shaped tag, and a little white bell which made an oddly pleasant sound when she moved. It would take some getting used to, much like everything else, but Snowfrost would adapt quickly. With its business taken care of, the Twoleg allowed Snowfrost to go free. Snowfrost happily hopped off the creature's lap, padding across the floor to find a more quiet place to sleep. The couch is too busy of an area. I'll have to find somewhere else to nest for the evening. Using the knowledge she obtained during Misty's tour, Snowfrost wandered into another part of the house. There she found a cave known as a "closet" which seemed dark and comfortable enough to sleep in. Snowfrost felt a kick in her stomach from her kits, urging her to go inside. The molly didn't argue, pushing her way inside the small space. Snowfrost turned in place upon a soft Twoleg pelt and laid herself down. She gave herself a good wash and finally let sleep welcome her.