Brightkit shivered. It was so cold...
As rain began to pour, the kit darted behind a cat, a she-cat, a queen. She was young, maybe fifteen moons? She had that milky scent of milk on her, but where were her kits?
The tortoiseshell kit squirmed out behind the queen, and ran to a hollowed tree. Kits! she thought as she caught the scent. Three kits? "Hello?" she mewed as the rain poured heavier. "Hi." a small voice mewed. "Who is it?" Brightkit asked. "Stormkit." it mewed. "Why are you back so soon?" it then asked, and everything went black.
As rain began to pour, the kit darted behind a cat, a she-cat, a queen. She was young, maybe fifteen moons? She had that milky scent of milk on her, but where were her kits?
The tortoiseshell kit squirmed out behind the queen, and ran to a hollowed tree. Kits! she thought as she caught the scent. Three kits? "Hello?" she mewed as the rain poured heavier. "Hi." a small voice mewed. "Who is it?" Brightkit asked. "Stormkit." it mewed. "Why are you back so soon?" it then asked, and everything went black.