The new kit (open)

A little brown and black kit padded out of the nursery. He sat down and looked at a thrush. It was already dead so he would eat it. He jumped onto it, but to his surprise, it fluttered away. Grumbling, he went back to the nursery. He grabbed a moss ball and began to throw it, catch it, throw it, catch it. He saw another cat pad in. "Hello" he mewed.