- Sep 16, 2023
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The small bundle of gray and white emerged from the nursery. Nights have been rather cold lately. Silverheart, her mother, was with Starclan now. She had no littermates to keep her warm, no soft belly to curl up to. Except for the nights she managed to wiggle between kits from a different litter. Most of the queens didn’t mind and others gently sent her on her way.
Troutkit let out a big yawn before rubbing her tired eyes. Her attention snaps towards another kit with slips out of the warm den behind them. Tidekit. She didn’t know them well. But, to be fair, she didn’t know anyone well. The kit had only experienced two moons of life and she barely remembers the first. She thinks Tidekit’s moms could have been good friends with Silverheart. Her mom probably wished her kit would have good den-mates to grow up with.
“Morning, Tidekit!” the smaller kit greets with a happy hum. “The nursery feels empty now that Beepaw, Cicadapaw, and Starlightpaw are apprentices. I wonder what their warrior names will be! Maybe something like… um… Starlightclaw.”
@TIDEKIT.