[Rose]

Honeykit
She/Her

It was one thing to be cold. It was another, entirely, to be spoiled to bits due to whining about that cold. And that, was exactly the way Honeykit liked it. Not being.. not being literal bits, of course, but you.. you get the point. So now, after having trudged out of her nest and snuggling into Redkit's side like the spoiled kit she was, Honeykit fixated wide, pleading olive eyes upon Flameheart. Practically begging to be removed from this torture.

But alas, Honeykit would not be free. Sighing dramatically as Flameheart mentioned some Sootface or something, the pretty dilute calico did pause long enough to fluff out her fur. Oh right, that was a thing. As the lesson went on, Honeykit glanced expectantly to her older sister, waiting for Redkit to do the pouncing first. Because that was what older sisters did, right? They saved their little siblings from possible embarrassment, right?

Before she could, however, Flameheart mentioned their mother. Like, their REAL mother! Mouth agape with awe, the tiny four moon kitten once again turned pleading eyes towards the Keeper, wholly attentive. "Can you tell us, please? Pleaaaaaaase??"

[ @SpiritedWarrior - Flameheart / @moonlit.x - Redkit ]