[Nettlethroat][Nursery] Once I'm old enough

Her kitten-blue eyes shone curiously as another cat approached her. Her fur was brown and had darker stripes on it; a bit like her owwn fur, but then more noticeable. And brown, ofcourse. "Hewwo!", squeaked Sandkit, looking up at the she-cat. "Coowl fuw!" She had seen such a fur before, but she still found it very pretty. "Who you?", she asked, before remembering it was polite to introduce yourself first. "I Sandkit!' Her own name was one of the only words she could say perfectly. Or well, almost perfectly. She hopped up and down, trying to contain her enthusiasm - not that it worked.

She frowned a little bit at the way the she-cat talked, but didn't give much attention to it once she told her her name. Nettlethroat. Sandkit thought it was a nice name, it sounded so cool! "Nettwetwoat", she tried, but she didn't quite get it. "Nice nwame!", she squeaked excited. The sand colored kitten walked a little bit closer to the she-cat and looked at her fur a bit closer. It looked soft... She touched it with her front paw, finding it was indeed as soft as it looked. Stroking the front paw of the she-cat, she looked up with big eyes. "Youw fuw softy!"

The small kitten purred and smiled at the older she-cat. "Twanks!", she squeaked. After one last pet on the white and brown fur, she put her front paw back on the ground. Sandkit sat down and was quiet for a bit. She was thinking of something, something she didn't completely understand. "What ish a nwettle?", she asked, trying her best to say every word right. It wasnt as easy as it seems when someone else did it, that's for sure. Nettle was a word she hadn't heard before - she knew what throat was. Although she should also ask why she was called throat when the she-cat answered this question..

The sand colored kitten nodded. It seemed logical. The green eyes of the she-cat where almost hypnotizing. Shaking her head slightly, she hsitated a little bit She had so many questions, but she didn't know what one to ask first. She wanted to know so much more! Not only about this she-cat, but about the clanlife and the other cats in the clan. "Awe you a Wawwiow?", she asked, her first real sentence. The kitten was proud of herself, but didn't pay too much attention to it right now. This question was more important. She wanted, no needed, to know éverything.