The world in those yellow eyes [Open]

Her eyes opened, and the first thing that told Kestrelkit off as a living, breathing, and conscious being, was the rays of sunshine blooming, creeping gently through each patch of fur of hers. Sitting in a corner of the Nursery, her eyes evaluated each pure, innocent soul were discovering anything their eyes never touched from the moment they were brought to this reality. Pausing for a minute, to fill her lungs with the so-assumed 'stressful judgment' process, the little one smiled gently. Not because of anything; or perhaps, to praise herself for the intelligence that she had pinned on herself.

True to the name her mother had bestowed upon her, she was arrogant and distasteful. Not appearance-wise, but rather her soul was.