"Wake up, dormouse!"
Ravenkit sat up groggily. Bright sunlight shone through the nursery walls. Robinwing and Brindleface were sharing tongues, while Willowpelt snored gently, her slightly swollen belly rising up and down. Dustkit stood at the entrance to the nursery.
"You've been sleeping like a mouse in leaf-bare! Come on, let's go and play tag!"
Ravenkit shook his head. "I don't want to."
A pale ginger she-kit sauntered in. "What? You've been saying that every day. Just come out and play! Or are you too scared?"
"Now, don't be mean, Sandkit!" his sister Brindleface scolded. "Ravenkit just doesn't want to go outside. Now leave him alone."
Sandkit sniffed. "Well, have fun doing nothing!" Ravenkit stared after the two kits as they padded out of the den. Heartbeats later he heard paws scuffling against the dirt and the angry hiss of One-Eye. They're probably messing with the elders. Ravenkit sighed.
"Don't worry, dear," Robinwing mewed. "They just wanted to play with you."
"It doesn't feel that way, though," Ravenkit grumbled. "Dustkit just likes teasing me. He's too embarrassed to admit that he's my brother. I wish Fuzzypelt was still here. He always had time to play with me."
Silence greeted the kit's words. After what seemed like ages, Robinwing meowed softly, "Your father is still watching you from StarClan. He would've been very proud of you. "Now," she swept her tail around her son. "Why don't we cuddle, and I'll tell you the story about the time-"
"No thanks," Ravenkit interrupted. "I'll just go and sit in the corner."
As he was sulking away, Ravenkit heard Willowpelt murmur, "Poor little thing. Too scared to go outside." He pretended not to hear and curled up in the corner.