Coalkit scrambled over his mother's soft belly. Her rounded figure was beginning to dissipate, as he was no longer in need of suckling and it had been a few moons since his birth. Twigleg was quick to move him on to eating prey. At first, he couldn't say he enjoyed the kill, but he had gotten used to it by now and felt like he was growing up.
The queen winced as tiny claws scraped her bare belly. "Must you do that, Coalkit?" She breathed.
When he reached the top, Coalkit let out a soft hiss to shush her. He balanced on Twigleg's side, teetering his weight as he looked over the nests in the nursery. "What's going on?" The charcoal Bengal murmured under his breath, outstretching his neck to get a view of the next nest. Jaymoon - if he remembered her name correctly, had just moved into the nursery not long ago. The queen was hiding his sights of whatever was in the nest with her. He had seen her lapping at something just before using his mother as a seeing rock.
He recalled that Twigleg rushed him out of the nursery to go play a while before this. He wasn't allowed back inside, no matter how hard he tried to get back in, a warrior would push him back and say, "it's best not to interrupt."
"She had her kits," Twigleg snapped his attention back to the present with her gentle whisper reaching his ear. Coalkit's ear twitched as her breath stirred his fur, but he couldn't tear his eyes away. "Can I see?"
Rockpelt watched as Twigleg announced orders to the clan. If her kit is anything like her he will make a great leader, he thought. He held the two squabbling kits in his jaws. The air was damp and cold with night closing in. Doekit squirmed and wiggled determined to break free of Rockpelt’s grasp. The kit she were hungry and cold, two things rockpelt couldnt solve.
He hung back and watched as the diggers weaved their way through the see of cats. He looked down at his paws as he felt a cat tap him lightly with their tail. Coalkit looked up at him, curiousity filling the young tom’s eyes.