Truthfully, Flamekit quite liked the longer stop. The constant walking and moving and not having a place to call home was displeasing for several reasons, some statted in the following. Soon enough, her attention was taken by the small exchange started by her only brother, Charkit. What was left over from her burned ear gave faint twitch at what she thought was mother being mentioned by Singekit, a short hope of her being alive reaching her mind, which was quickly shut down. No, it was probably just her imagination.
"I hope so, walking so much is difficult" Flamekit poutted instead. Walking was at a four beat rate. So since she could only use three paws, Flamekit constantly walked with a limp which slowed her down. Running, however, was much easier for her. It was at a three beat rate after all, and still, that didn't always go as well as she'd like either. This was just so unfair! Why did they have to be born during a fire? Why did they all have to get hurt, and why did she have such a messed up leg? Why could mother not with them?-- because she was dead.
The kitten sigh and looked back at her siblings, tail curling around her paws
"do you think the flames are going to come here as well?" she meowed, more quietly though, as it was a lingering fear. With the fact that they moved two times already, she couldn't help but wonder if it might be because some sort of fire creature chased them, setting their camps on fire thus making them only temporary. But why would they be named after such dreadful creatures then? Quite frankly, she didn't want to know at this point. Not now at least.