Memory by Rakaan

Kurama cracked an eye open to see what disturbed his regular afternoon ritual of sunbathing on a flat rock.

A glance to his side revealed a tiny bundle of fur snuggling into his side.

A kitten.

The now respectably-sized fox considered chasing off the little purring nuisance, but a memory of happier times with his siblings in their youth, of Matatabi in particular, gave him pause.

He closed his eye and decided to go back to sleep, steadfastly ignoring the kitten as it pressed against him during its own slumber.

(P.S. FLUFF FOR THE FLUFF GOD - roughstar333)