I am the least qualified person to do this

Flowerpetal lay in the dark of the nursery, occasionally sniffing the thing next to her.
How did this happen to her?
Still, She thought, curling tighter around the small gray lump next to her. Here I am.
She, of all cats, was a mother.

She nosed the kit, gently beginning to groom it's- no, her -fur.
She supposed her kit would need a name.
Well, she was small, fuzzy and gray, like a cygnet, so...
"Swankit." She murmured.
She felt something, a swooping feeling in her chest. "Swankit..." A fierce need to protect Swankit rushed over her, like waves.
Flowerpetal purred softly as Swankit moved, tucking her closer as cats passed the nursery. Her green eyes flashed reproachfully out at Riverclan camp- why were they so loud? They'd wake her up!

Swankit, upon hearing the name, blinked open her eyes. "...Hmmm..."
She closed them again a moment later, snuggling closer to her mother.

OOC: how does one be a kit,

IC: Just like, open your eyes and stuff
OOC:
Flowerpetal looked up. The kit was moving. Was she supposed to be moving?
She flicked her tail anxiously, staring down at Swankit in confusion.

Swankit opened her eyes again, and squirmed a little. "...?"
She stared up at her mother, curious.