The small gray-brown kit tumbled out of the nursery and into the red light of the eclipse, quickly popping back up to his paws again. He shook the dust out of his thin fur and took his first good look around the camp. For some reason he had a hard time seeing anything close to him, it got pretty blurry, but everything a foxlength away and further was fine. His mother had told him that the red light shining down from the dark sky wasn't right, that that wasn't the sun. He desperately wanted to know what the sun looked like, it sounded pretty. But the red moon-thing was pretty too.
Sagekit sat down and curled his little tail around his paws, gazing around the camp. There was a pile of freshkill in the middle, with scattered rocks around before the other dens began. A few cats were milling about, seeming stressed and forlorn. He couldn't imagine why, because everything was so fresh and new and wonderful.
Save for the near-constant light ringing in his ears, everything was great. He smiled to himself and played with the dirt, soft paws kneading into it. Hopefully someone would come and talk to him!
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