Name: Thrushkit
Gender: Female
Clan: Hawthornclan
Age: 3 Moons
Rank: Kit
Prompt:
Thrushkit’s heart exploded at the question, her tail wiggling back and forth in spastic, awkward motions, the tiny bundle of fur having just grasped the idea of moving her whisky tassle to convey emotion. “When I gwo up, I wanna be a maw-maw!” She beamed proudly to the other kit standing in front of her, just a bundle of flattened moss apart. The calico’s own mother gently tossed her head over her shoulder, ears swiveling back to catch every silly pronunciation. “I’m gonna haf so many guh-d babies… Ah’ll let dhem awh-ll pway eny time dhey want!” Thrushkit giggled, pulling a paw up to her maw to muffle the noise.
“An’ what if dhey bawd bawbies?” Her nursery-mate leaned forward quizzically, pressing his ears forward. He seemed to have a worried colour paling his gray-blue cheeks; almost as if he believed this kit’s dreams were something that could happen any moment, and that he’d be wedged under her care when it did.
He waited impatiently as Thrushkit gave the question a second’s thought, pupils expanding to the size of dinner plates as the she-cat grinned wide, exposing her translucent, needle-point milk teeth. “Bad babies can’t haf fun. Dhey’re gonna haf to watch awh-ll dheir bwudders ‘n sidders pway games wifout dhem!”
This made the other kitten shriek in protest, his tiny voice ricocheting throughout the nursery as warm laughter from the heavy queens.
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