"Mow!" The kit protested as a cold nose touched his back.
"Don't hurt him, Wing!" The soft voice of his mother said, her warm tail sweeping around him.
Wing sighed, "I'd never hurt my own kit, Segoe." He whispered, more to the kit than his mother. He nuzzled the kit again, softly purring. "Can I see your eyes, Sans?"
Sans grunted, slowly opening his eyes, while his father licked them to help. Sans blinked open blue eyes, two faces staring down at him.
"Hey, Sans… I'm your father." Wing told him. He was black, with two white stripes that when from his eyes to chin, one that crossed between his eyes and ear tips. "And this is your mother." He flicked an ear to the she-cat. A ginger with white underbelly and chin, she had blue-gray patches.
Her amber eyes sparkled with happiness, Wing's dark-blue ones shone like hers.
Sans purred, looking around the place he was in. He tried to stand up, but wobbled over into the moss of his mother's nest. He let out a merr of frustration. Segoe smiled, licking his head and bringing him closer to her.
"You'll grow up soon enough, Sans. For now, just be my little kit." She gentle nuzzled him, curling her tail over him.
Wing licked her ears, before softly padding out of the nursery. Sans nuzzled into his mother's belly, slowly falling asleep in her warmth.
