Young Blood [Juni/"Sun" Litter]

Ugh, there was too much talking going on, and far too little of it was actually being aimed at Cypresskit. The small she-kit huffed, flicking her tail. “I am polite, Gramma! Who will be my mentor, huh? What about the funny tall cat, with the blue eyes? Or the funny tall cat with the grey eyes? Or the funny short cat with the blue eyes? Or- maybe green? I dunno, she didn’t get me her name.”

Cypresskit humped at Bubblekit’s attempted paw swipe, tail-tip twitching. The temptation to leap at her sister and bowl her over was very much present, but they were talking to Gramma, and that’d be rude. “I’m always fastest! Betcha I opened my eyes first, too, didn’t I Gramma? An’ I didn’t mean way ahead of you guys, just a little. Heh. Yeah, Sorrel, ya do snore. Very loud, too, are ya tryin’ ta scare off the rogues in Twolegplace?”