- Sep 5, 2024
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@BLUEFROST @Thriftfeather @Comfreykit @sootkit. @FOALKIT @rimekit
With the development of their hearing, it was only a matter of time before the children of Bluefrost and Thriftfeather began to test their ability to speak
It would be little Asterkit who was to cross that bridge first, going from incomprehensible little mewls and wails, to somewhat clear words. That morning, Asterkit decided to try out speaking. Her brain was still developing and had not yet quite discerned what certain words meant, though was getting better at recognising the call of her name. Sat on her paws, she watches as Bluefrost is distracted by two of her littermates, speaking gently to them and nudging them closer with her nose. Asterkit had never been much of a demanding kit - though it could not be said she wasn't one of the loudest in her litter - but she wished for Bluefrost to look at her instead. She hadn't quite grasped that Bluefrost had a name that wasn't, well, mom, so was instead aiming to call her by that title instead.
Asterkit could picture the word in her head. Mom. Mom. M-O-M. Getting her mouth to form the word was a harder task than she anticipated, though, so when she does manage to speak it comes out as something of a yell. “MA!” She blurts out loud, not quite getting the whole word out. When Bluefrost turns her gaze to her, Asterkit would frown, not so much at her, but rather herself. That wasn't right…should she try again? The frown deepened, as she began to strain under the effort of trying to speak again. When she did eventually speak, her voice was much softer this time, less of a yell now and more of a question. “Ma?” Asterkit tilted her head to her mother, looking at her with uncertainty, a silent question in her gaze that seemed to ask ‘Is that right? Is that who you are?’
With the development of their hearing, it was only a matter of time before the children of Bluefrost and Thriftfeather began to test their ability to speak
It would be little Asterkit who was to cross that bridge first, going from incomprehensible little mewls and wails, to somewhat clear words. That morning, Asterkit decided to try out speaking. Her brain was still developing and had not yet quite discerned what certain words meant, though was getting better at recognising the call of her name. Sat on her paws, she watches as Bluefrost is distracted by two of her littermates, speaking gently to them and nudging them closer with her nose. Asterkit had never been much of a demanding kit - though it could not be said she wasn't one of the loudest in her litter - but she wished for Bluefrost to look at her instead. She hadn't quite grasped that Bluefrost had a name that wasn't, well, mom, so was instead aiming to call her by that title instead.
Asterkit could picture the word in her head. Mom. Mom. M-O-M. Getting her mouth to form the word was a harder task than she anticipated, though, so when she does manage to speak it comes out as something of a yell. “MA!” She blurts out loud, not quite getting the whole word out. When Bluefrost turns her gaze to her, Asterkit would frown, not so much at her, but rather herself. That wasn't right…should she try again? The frown deepened, as she began to strain under the effort of trying to speak again. When she did eventually speak, her voice was much softer this time, less of a yell now and more of a question. “Ma?” Asterkit tilted her head to her mother, looking at her with uncertainty, a silent question in her gaze that seemed to ask ‘Is that right? Is that who you are?’