Freedom awaits if we have the key

I had never been allowed to wander far, and never without the watchful gaze of my mother or father, today though I slipped away a bit unaware that mother very much knew and was still watching me, allowing me to explore and see what I would do. My tail gives a wave and my expression is very bright as I pounce on something moving in the dirt. I miss, but the creature I was pursuing was still on the move. I am still learning, and very quickly too, what this world was. I was learning to speak, to copy and mock the words my parents spoke though much of it was still new to me too. After all it was only a few weeks ago that I found my paws for the first time, only days ago that mother first took me to see the world outside the den she had bore us in. She spoke often, I am not sure that I am moving quickly on my lessons of gripping the words spoken to me.

I am unaware that I am learning a language that most the world doesn’t speak. Latin, the language that both my parents speak and often when they are together, though father wanders off often and mother stays in the den. I can tell she’s angry, she wishes to leave and move more, perhaps it is that that makes her want us to stay in, I have always known her to be resting and laying down, she never looks happy about it but she dotes on me and Aeon like no other so I do not complain. Father is a little more distant, but I don’t understand that it’s strange or weird, not yet at least. Right now my focus was more on figuring out what exactly this hopping creature was and if I could catch it.

I follow along watching it hop and I pounce after it, after several failed attempts I feel it get caught under my paws and the shock of its weird feeling body bouncing off against my paws cause me to leap back in surprise allowing it to once again hop away free. I give a light growl bounding and chasing after it again, I probably looked pretty helpless, and I was in sorts. Tiny as I was I barely could keep up with it until finally my pink eyes lost sight of it. Mean thing! I growl to myself in latin under my breath, though quickly allow my attention to focus to something else now. A flower, bright lavender in color not knowing that was also the name. I have no idea what its exactly called but I know it’s a flower and it’s mine now. I grab it pulling it and suddenly shocked with the horrible strange taste that fills my mouth and snort at it before grabbing it again and pulling.

It’s pretty and it is mine. Taste be darned I wanted it for myself.