Yougurt woke up from the bright twoleg den, Lying down on the soft nest that the twolegs privided for her and her mother's sleek and skinny tail curled around her, Trying to keep her warm from the cold, Which wasn't working. She sneezed, Why do Twoleg dens have to be soo cold? She shivered as she tucked herself into a ball before she heard a mutter beside her.
"Can't a kit have any sleep?" An annoyed squeak came from beside her, "It's cold enough in here, Why do you have to make my mood more colder?" He woke up from his ball, Facing Yogurt. Yogurt's fur spiked up in distress, She knew that her brother was moody. But annoyed from a tiny squeak? He must be a wimp. She thought as she saw a tail dividing the two littermates before any arguements can spat out. "Yonard, Yogurt! Stay silent and stuff your mouths with rabbit droppings, We can't wake up the twolegs with all your mewlings!" She scholded them with a whisper, Their mother flicking her tail in annoyance.
"Sorry Mitty" Yonard meowed before she could say an apology first, Why does he have to act so cute and innocent with Mitty but with me not! She thought saltily, "Can we get up now?" Yogurt meowed, She was days old, Not even a month yet but she knew she could prove she was a much better kit than her brother, She'll prove to Mitty that she doesn't need to drink her milk anymore cause she's a big kit! She thought proudly as her chest fur spiked up with pride, Flattening it again before her brother noticed. "Sure." Her mother yawned, Stretching up from the nest, "Just make sure you play quietly or you might wake up the twolegs." Her mother meowed before padding over to the kitchen, Where she normally gets her food. I'll prove to Mitty I'm better than Yonard! She thought as she beckoned her brother "Race you to the Scratching post!" She called as she raced over.
