At an unfamiliar voice, the ever so tiny Primrosekit, as always, made herself look even smaller by turning to a tiny ball-- It was her defence mechanism. As the voice continued, though, clouded eyes slightly lifted in the sounds direction wanting to look at the unwatchable. The voice had come surprising and unexpected, so close at least, but sounded somewhat friendly and soft. The kitten remained careful but went to turn her head in a curious tilt, eyes glued on the sound. Coincidentally, while it was turning more and more unknown to Primy, she too, like Skunkpaw, had been born to a rogue. Or rather, a kittypet turned rogue.. Or was it loner?
But that being said, she paused, thinking about what the meaning of those words were. She knew 'lovely' was something good, nice, and many seemed to call the area she was in
"..w..wamp..?"
Eventually, a careful paw stuck out as if searching to poke what was in front of her since, despite her young age, Primrose had long ago found that the sound of these voices were connected to possibly strange looking figures. How did this one look? Well, she'd find out. Maybe.