Hazykit wanders alongside her sister in near silence. Her gaze trains on the warrior that accompanies them, honestly annoyed that they need a chaperone at all. In a few short moons, they'll be apprentices, and trusted to wander these grounds alone anyways (mentor willing,) so what is the point of keeping them so firmly leashed now? Fawnkit seems to enjoy it, often showing their caretaker the things she finds, but Hazykit is quiet... at least she doesn't have to be near Faithkit on these walks. Maybe that's the point.
Hazykit's eyes trail around the scenery until they catch... something. Her ear twitches as she shifts off of the beaten path and into the crinkled leaves. Amidst dead and fallen flora, something sprouts. A flower, with dainty petals and a sturdy stem. She's sure if she were any older she could find some meaning in this - striving depsite adversity and all of that. Unfortunately, as of right now Hazykit only sees a pretty bloom and has the instinct to cut it short.
"Fawnkit," she calls to her littermate, and likely thus the chaperone with them, "Look at this flower...!"
@Fawnkit
