A kit wandered through the forest. The meagre sunlight pushed its way through the trees, setting his ginger fur ablaze. For a while he just stood and watched the trees rippling gently, fascinated by their beauty. He felt as though he was watching himself from somewhere else. The sunlight moved in accordance with the trees, warping the ground below. The kit thought he saw a mouse scuttle past his paw, but when he twitched his ears he heard nothing. All sorts of thoughts kept drifting through his mind, from the way a squirrel's tail moved in the wind to how the moonlight looked so different to the sun.
And why didn't his mother care about him? Why was she always concentrating on his brother and sister? A raging torrent of raw emotion threatened to engulf him. Why did he feel like this? During the day he never worried about these sorts of things. Maybe it was because he hadn't slept in days, the moonlight stopping his eyes from ever closing for more than a heartbeat. Sleep was important, he knew, but he never felt tired when the sun was up.
It was only at sunset that his eyelids began to droop, and his mind began to race.
Maybe it was the moonlight that kept Loudkit awake.
Or perhaps it was because it was the dead of the night.
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