[Estelle]

Miss Grandmama said she would play with her. Despite her blank face it sparked some joy within the kitten’s chest, a slow but happy nod following in affirmation. She just had to find a game… Sleepykit didn’t quite play either. The other kits never spoke to her, they gave her looks, and therefore she never saw much reason to address them either, nor to try partaking in their games. But, she could try. Maybe she could ask mama about some games sometime.

Too small; that’s what Miss Grandmama said about the sparring – she looked at herself then at her grandmother again, giving another, subtler, nod. She had to grow bigger, then. If she wanted to spar with Miss Grandmama. And she did. Though the kitten wouldn’t complain about her grandmother’s response, she made a note to ask about this again, too, once she was bigger.

At least for now, Miss Grandmama was teaching her a hunter’s crouch, much to her happiness – it was even better when the bigger feline told her she had the stance down, following up with instructions that Sleepykit did her best to follow. She dropped lower, belly fur brushing the ground before she lifted back up a little again, just enough so that wouldn’t be the case. Her tail, she couldn’t leave it as it was – having to keep it low, which she did, but not too low, having to raise it a bit to be more level. Her paws remained the same, minutely adjusting her stance until she felt it better fit her grandmother’s instructions.
“Is this better?”
She finally asked, looking back up with blue eyes.


[ @Undertaker – no need to reply ofc, I just didn’t want to leave this hanging entirely! ]