camp CARRY YOU ALWAYS ✧ first word

[MORELPAW]

Though the eldest of the trio, Morelkit tends to follow behind where Gigglekit seems to blossom in showmanship of new skills. It’s as if he’s absorbing what his sister knows — taking it in for himself before he’s ready to share it with others.

He’s getting quite good with the walking thing. Though his limbs still wobble with each step, though a fall is always a mere breath away, Morelkit basically has walking down now. It’s easier to get around than when wriggling about, anyway.

With talking, though, it feels like Gigglekit might’ve gotten all three of their voices, with how many sounds the tom hears from her maw. Talking where he and Branchkit might not be, another thing made to look easy by his assumed mirror. He wants to talk too, and he tries — drolling sounds rolling from his maw, babbling that doesn’t quite make sense.

He toddles around the nursery, a hummed, one-note tune carrying his paws when it finally happens. “ Mmmm — “ He turns around, trying to steer himself in another direction when a pale nose collides into a barrier of gray fur. His mother, ever close to him — it’s only right her name is the first he speaks, delight shining through his short mew. “ — Mama! “

// @Needledrift , but no need to wait !
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[Gigglepaw]

It was true, that Gigglekit, despite being the youngest of Needledrift's trio of kittens, had been quicker on the draw when it came to speaking and walking than her brothers - but an older Gigglekit might later attribute that to her simple need to express herself, to pave the way with smiles and cheer for her brothers lest they lose their way navigating unfamiliar terrain themselves. She enjoys speaking, as jumbled as she might come across to most cats, although when it comes to walking around, she could give or take it, really. She enjoyed being cuddled up next to her mother and brothers more than she did exploring, though Branchkit surely had started exploring enough for the lot of them.

From her spot nestled into Needledrift's belly, Gigglekit watched with bright eyes the goings-on of the nursery. It was a fairly calm space, one that wouldn't remain that way as she grew, but for now, the ambiance was quiet with the occasional chirping of kittens expressing their needs or feelings. She was halfway to drifting off to another dream-filled sleep when she felt Needledrift's fur shift, and she opened her ever-blinking eyes just in time to see Morelkit's mouth work its magic and deliver his first words. It's enough to get any dreams far out of Gigglekit's head, and she jumps awkwardly to her paws, grinning.

"Right! 'ama! Gigglekit repeated, her own take on the word missing its first letter but understandable nonetheless. "Mmmm... Morelkit!" She mimicked her brother's run up to his first word.

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• GIGGLEKIT ✩ kit of shadowclan, zero moons
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  → penned by Archivist → .archivist on discord.
  

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[Needledrift]

A surge of emotions washed over the gray she-cat as she lifted her head. It was so pointed, that little voice, cutting through the haze that clouded her most days with a single word. Mama, it jabbed, mama! So sure of itself, so proud, with an echo to match.

"Yes, that's right. Ma-ma. Mama." Needledrift repeated to her vocal children, ever the teacher. "I'm Mama and you're Mo-rel-kit." She passed her tongue over the soft fur between her son's delicate ears, humming against his skin. My baby boy, sweetest boy. How do I keep you this small forever?

Gigglekit is right there with her, happily babbling out her own string of words to converse with her brother. Mama, she repeats, and again Needledrift's heart soars. Pride fills the spots with rainwater once pooled, stagnant, bogging down her mind and body with its dreariness. Yes, baby. Morelkit. Very good." speech is in #B9D0F5​

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[FERNDANCE]

Poking head her out from the other side of Needledrift, Ferndance lay her chin upon her mate's flank, looking down at Morelkit (and by extension Gigglekit) with wide eyes. "Mama," she gestured to Needledrift with her tail, brushing it tentatively against the Queen's fur. "Mama... Ffff - ern. Fern," she gestured to herself next, the smile on her face as warm as the nest they found themselves in. Her heart panged with the realisation that they were already approaching one moon old, time had flown faster than a bird. Yesterday it was first steps, today first words, first prey would come soon enough, yet, the cinnamon tabby couldn't help but feel impatient the more she lingered on the thought. 'Five more until you're allowed into the world... little warriors...' She wished she could take them out sooner, not to hunt or train, but to show them what running water looked like, to show them the flap of a bird's wings or the kick of a frog's legs as it hopped away from the hunter. There were so many beautiful things they wouldn't be able to see for so long. "If they talk as much as our oldest... we could take over this clan," she purred in amusement.

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[BRANCHPAW]

𖠰𖠰 Since his eyes and ears opened at last, Branchkit has been adjusting to the concept of having tangible, real siblings. Before, when everything was dark and silent, Gigglekit and Morelkit had been nothing more than other small, wiggling bodies that pressed against his own—now, they are alive, real to him. An entirely new world has opened up to the lilac tabby tom, and it is wide and wondrous as he could ever imagine. He has littermates, and he has older siblings, too. And he has two mothers who adore him and his siblings. His world is new and bright, and he traipses around the nursery mewing happily about each new thing that he spots.

He is pulled away from his investigation of someone else’s nest when he hears his brother say his very first word, though. Morelkit hasn’t spoken yet, but it seems that the day has come at last—mama, the other tom-kit says, and Gigglekit is quick to join in, encouraging him to keep speaking. Needledrift also praises him for his speech, and then their other mama joins in on the encouragement. Branchkit wanders over to wind his way around the two older she-cats’ legs, purring all the while. "Mmmmmm…." His little voice joins into the others as he makes his way over to stand beside his brother.​

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[lilacfur]

When Sycamorekit and Marblekit had been handed off to her, they were already speaking and toddling enough to not needing a queens constant surveillance. Even eating solid prey, though it was due to Siltcloud's own lack of milk to feed with. She had missed practically every milestone a newborn could make and while it didn't effect her much, this made her wonder what their first words were. Was it the same as Morelkit's? Calling for their mother? Or food, since it was so scarce?

Lilacfur dropped the rat from her jaws on front of her kittens while Needledrift cooed over her own and smiled. "They're growing fast. Have they learned anything else?" They were born just last moon, but so much change occurred in such little bodies. ​

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