"Why hasn't Goosekit opened his eyes yet?" That was the first thing the kit heard when he opened hiseyes. "Moonkit opened hers this morning, why hasn't he? He is older."
"Yeah! Why not?"
"Shut it, Stormpaw—you too, Adderkit. My son will open his eyes if he knows what's good for him. His father and I won't tolerate nonsense, not me and Silverhawk."
Goosekit remembered that voice—it was Wolfcoat—Goosekit's mother.
Hmm… Goosekit thought. I wonder what mother looks like? She sounds so close, if I could just…. Goosekit strained his eyes, but they didn't budge.
"Come on Goosekit, you can do it!" Moonkit, Goosekit thought. My sister!
With that, the tiny, speckled tom-kit's eyes gave a slight pop, and the colors all rushed into his sapphire-blue eyes. The brown nursery, which was coated with an odd, white substance, the clear blue sky beyond the thorns broken by the black shadow of a bird. Then, a pretty, reddish she-kit saw his open eyes. "Wolfcoat, Wolfcoat, come and see—Goosekit opened his eyes!"
"Okay Poppykit, I'm coming." Came his mothers voice. She then spoke more softly. "How Sweetbriar ever puts up with your antics, I don't know." Wolfcoat entered the den, causing Goosekit to whimper slightly.
Wolfcoat was a massive gray cat, with short, shaggy dark fur and piercing green eyes. Goosekit noticed several other kits, including a light colored she-kit—Sunkit, he thought, and even a reddish tom—Pinekit, who was just days from becoming an apprentice, shrinking away in nervousness.
"Humph," Wolfcoat said, "He looks weak, not as strong as my Moonkit. Goosekit saw a silver she-kit, who must have been his sister, wince. She must not like Wolfcoat, Goosekit mused, and I can't say I blame her. But before Goosekit even realized it, his mother was gone back out into the camp.