Snowdove could hardly believe it had been three weeks since her kits had made their arrival, much less so that they had already opened up their eyes and had begun to wobble around on unsteady tiny paws. They were also starting to find their voices, though they could not yet form full sentences, they were still speaking. Mostly their attempts were a mess of noisy mewls and chattering, but on the rare occasion they'd be able to piece together actual words, with which to communicate with. Though that didn't mean everyone in the clan necessarily understood what they were saying, not exactly at any rate. Mostly they'd just try their best to fill in the blanks for themselves and attempt to engage with the kits as best as possible.
Today, Snowdove decided it was high time for her kits to taste the fresh and crisp air outside the Nursery for the first time. She had already helped her kits along by scooping them up and over the edge of their nest, and by carefully depositing them down on the floor. She cast a warm and adoring gaze down at her little bundles of fluffy joy, "Come along now, loves. Follow your mama, she has something wonderful and grand to show you." Tenderly she tapped her forehead against their haunches and gently guided them along towards the entrance.
Once they reached the threshold of the den's opening, she took her place back in front of precious little ones, "Here we are, dears! This shall be your first time out of the nursery! Now you behave and don't wander too far off in camp, just stick close to me near the entrance for now." With that she led her kits into the vast clearing, allowing them to soak it all in.
"Whoa!" Gorsekit's tiny body trembled with sensations of an emotion he couldn't quite place. "B-Big!" He gaped, his little maw falling open at the sight of the large clearing before them. In actuality it wasn't as large as he perceived, he was just so tiny that it seemed to stretch on forever. The only tom of the litter stared with wide eyed wonder, letting the sights seep into the core part of his brain that formed memories. He turned towards his sitsters Mistkit and Mothkit, "Miff and Moff, see? It big! I right! Out is big!"
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