Littlenight sat in the clearing, watching his Clan awake from the night. He could smell the milky scent of the nursery and the squeals of the tiny kits; his kits. He squeezed through the tail width sized gap of the nursery entrance.
"Hello Littlenight!" Sunnytail purred.
Three kits immediately leapt out of her nest and onto him.
"Daddy!" One squealed
"Play a game with us!"
"It's so boring in here! Mama says we're too young to go outside by ourselves!"
Littlenight looked at his mate. She had a sparkle in her eyes, and he knew that she kept them inside just because she didn't want to lose any of them. He placed a tail on her shoulder and purred to the kits: "Let's go hunting shall we? Let's see if we can find and prey for Sunnytail"
The kits squeaked in excitement and darted out of the den. Littlenight looked at Sunnytail.
She shrugged and said "You offered!"
Littlenight stumbled out after the kits. He couldn't help noticing the dark grey clouds. There's a storm coming He thought And we won't be ready for it