The kit sat crouched the cold ground, Batting at the leaves with his small paw. The bright moon began to rise, and a chilly breeze ruffled his pelt.
''Darling? Come inside now,'' He heard his mother's soft purr. Without hesitation, he left the leaves and padded into the den.
His siblings were playing with her moving tail, a game that had once amused him as well. Though the same age, he felt drawn to the chirping birds and adventure of the outdoors. The kit was not like his brothers who consumed most of their time mewing for food with nothing important to do. Not that he did either.
The wind whispered into his ears, inviting to go outside, but instead, he curled against the bed of moss and feathers. Soon he felt the others quiet down. Relaxing into a deep sleep. The pawsteps of his mother leaving the den he could not hear, nor the explanation why. All the kit heard was the last words before she left.
''Sleep well, my kits.''