So, just a little idea I thought of a while back. Enjoy :)
Swift Fox groggily woke at dawn. His sister, Flooded Stream, and her mate, Thistle, was still sound asleep. He carefully stepped over them and his mother. Everyone else around the lake lived by themselves, maybe with one other cat. His family, however, believed in strength in numbers. They lived in the prey-rich area around a huge hollow made of stone cut by Nofurs. Only badgers inhabited it now, but a big den the Nofurs used near the hollow was a great den for cats, too.
The cool season was ending, giving in to the bitter cold season. During the cold season, prey was extremely hard to find. Everyone was spoiling themselves now while they could. At this time of year, in his family, everyone got two times as much prey so they could last longer in cold season without food. That meant three squirrels for his sister, who was expecting Thistle's kits in about a moon. I wish I knew who my father was, he thought. It never bothered Flooded Stream, and whenever he asked Tall Willow, his mother, she only said he was a strong, brave cat that mysteriously disappeared one day.
"Flooded Stream." Swift Fox prodded his sister's shoulder. She didn't budge. "Flooded Stream."
"I'll wake her," Thistle offered. He whispered into her ear and she shot up. "Look; Swift Fox brought our food."
"Thank you." Now that she was no longer in shock from being struck awake, she was beginning to fall asleep again.
"I couldn't find any squirrels, but shrews were everywhere," he reported. "I got plenty of them." He pushed forward his catch. Everyone ate their usual amount for this part of the season.
"I'm going to stretch my legs. Thistle, do you want to come with me?" Flooded Stream asked.
"Sure," he answered.
"I'll go find some supplies," Tall Willow offered. She was still young and strong, which was good, because thy needed branches to make a new den; their current one was falling apart.
Swift Fox silently padded to the lakeshore. He always found the rolling pebbles and splashing waves comforting. This was a morning of their normal lives, and they needed to savor it, because cold season was all about food, and nothing else.
So kind of short, but is it good? I have a good actual story planned in my head.
