Littlekit's white face pressed up against her mother's soft, Gray tabby stomach. Grayfeather, Her mother, Let out a soft, rusty but with a tone like smooth honey, Purr from deep in her throat. Littlekit wriggled towards the other side of the den. This was where Redkit and his mother, Stormripple, Layed close together. Littlekit reached Redkit, poking him with the tip of her muzzle. Barely old enough to have all of their fur, this was how they played. Redkit let out a hoarse mew and squirmed around. He faced her, fluffing his neck fur for the first time and touching her with his soft paw on the forehead.
Littlekit wrinkled her nose, And pawed his paw off of her forehead. She squeaked and squirmed. Redkits fur fluffed in an odd way and he squirmed back into his mother to suckle. Littlekit grunted in annoyance. Well YOURE no fun... She squirmed back to Grayfeather, who took her close with her paw. "Bedtime, Little one." He voice was soft and gentle. It soothed Littlekits annoyed mood, and soon she fell into a deep sleep.
However, Redkit...Was not as easy to get to sleep. He was as energetic and happy as a lark, Mewing and pushing Stormripple. Though, He could not push her, he was small. He was basicly ramming into her and trying desperately to climb over her or squeeze under her. "Redkit, calm yourself!" Stormripple said firmly, pulling Redkit close to her. Redkit let out a mewl of protest, but fell asleep quite quickly for how energetic he was.