Hurricanekit watched. He'd become good at that as life progressed, using his sight and body to make up for the lack of words that came out of his mouth. Poorly developed vocal chords would be the cause of his mutism, and keep him from ever really being able to speak to his mother and siblings, but he didn't know that yet. Though he wanted to make the noises his sisters did, his body wouldn't let him. He shrugged it off as if it was nothing, and pulled himself back to his feet. He stumbled a few steps, until he was in front of Vividkit. Playfully, he placed his paws on her shoulders and tried to bite her ear gently.
Fawnstripes watched. She too would become better as that as her son used his body to communicate. She would learn patience with her... less than perfect kits, but it would bring her nothing but happiness. Or, so she hoped. The fawn tabby laid there on her side, watching her kits and dreaming about the warriors they would one day be.