Little paws padded in a rhythmical motion, a graceful pep in the young girls walk. The sun was high in the sky, illuminating Honeykits walkway as her pink paw pads embedded into the compact dirt, feeling its loose and shifty texture under her toes. Odd heterochromia green and blue eyes glistened, glowing like lanterns against her stark white ivory pelt.
Being cooped up in the nursery had become boring to the young girl, and the routine of the kits was so mundane that she itched to get out of there. With the warm sun on her back, Honeykit stretched her front legs and her pink lips parted in to a lazy yawn. She rolled to the floor, surrounded by a bed of purple flowers that filled her nose with so much pollen that she gave a high-pitched sneeze.