Warrior Cats!

The warmth of nursery comforted the kits of Mud’Dapple. The young queen gently stroked the soft head of Hazel’kit, the smallest kit out of them all. She pulled away and gave Hazel’Kit a sad, but hopeful look. The warming smell of milk flooded the nursery, and the soft mewling was like a lovely lullaby to Mud’Dapples sore ears. She closed her eyes and looked up. Allowing a quiet purr to rumble from her throat.