Greet the World with Open Arms [P]

[Estelle]

Coldkit
[ 1 moon | She / Her | Wc kit ]

Her ears flickered, tiny and minute, hearing Orchidkit speak up to defend her, as did Rookkit add her two cents and though it wasn’t quite in the same way as Orchidkit, Coldkit could tell the intention. An embarrassed scowl grew on her face as one by one her siblings spoke up against the two bullies; even Leechscar did, eventually. She couldn’t help but tend an ear and listen, even through her embarrassment; Leechscar was older, more knowledgable than all of them combined, and spoke of ‘Dreamlight’. An older sister; was she afflicted with the same curse as herself? Coldkit listened intently. Even mother was was missing an, Leechscar said, and it brought the kitten to wonder. She had come to understand by now that her body had developed differently than that of her siblings; that all of them had something she had not, something that altered their perception of the world, and yet Coldkit was too young to know what exactly it was that she was missing. ‘Eyes’ is what they called, but she could hardly know what or where they were supposed to be if she had never touched any or been described what they were like – apparently it was something you could lose, but that didn’t aid her case.

…And for however much she complained about all those who spoke up to defend her, Leechscar’s words were striking in a manner. She cast them aside right now, but it felt as though the bit of wisdom may remain etched away into her mind and heart for moons to come, even if the little kitten didn’t realise it yet. She huffed in turn, turning her head stars know where and nodded a light yes. If they all went outside, she might as well follow.

In all regards Raccoonkit was a nice break, seemingly caring about nothing other than whatever unsanitary thing she found at the bottom of someone’s foot – curious, was it anything of worth? Probably not.

And then, Rainkit. Her head lifted at the sound of impact and wailing, and Coldkit found herself perplexed. How did anyone what was going on in the world with all these sounds coming from all around her?
“Rainkit?”
She asked, testing out if it was her sister speaking. Rude, to say she would have been hit… Coldkit grumbled to herself, scowl falling over features in another pout because… She wouldn’t have gotten hit! (Yes she would have, but the lilac kitten liked to pretend otherwise).

She flinched, Moorkit’s wailing unpleasant in her ears and Coldkit swiftly tried to move closer to where she presumed Twilightstar or Leechscar or leopardsong or even Rainkit had to be, bumping into a body with a start. Rainkit suggested a story, claiming it was quieter inside, Rookkit asked if it was quieter outside and Mosskit argued that mossball (ironic) wasn’t stupid – and here Coldkit found herself stuck in a dilemma.

Rainkit, who clearly favoured a quieter attitude, wished for a quiet activity. Mosskit, who seemed to not care less, wanted to play mossball and Coldkit had been invited out to both, and she frankly did not know where to move. She wanted to prove herself by showing off how good she could see and how strong she was, that she wasn’t as weak and bully-able as Moorkit and Coyotekit believed! And yet a part of her began to feel as though the quiet was better received; as though not speaking loudly and not speaking out and acting brash and stupid was favoured. It was better received. And is it were, Coldkit liked being liked by her family, for one. So the kitten sat in place, allowing herself to lean against whomever she sat next to.
“..Story can be nice.”


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