A moon or so ago...

Mudkit woke to the brisk morning air, snuggled in his father's fur. All his small brain had remembered from the past moon or so was the stench of panic and sadness, but hints of hope and happiness. He hoped his father was feeling alright today. Maybe he'll take me outside! the kit thought to himself, as he tumbled over to his father and prodded him with his fluffy paw.

Magpiewing stirred in his sleep, tempted to swat at whatever woke him up. Rolling onto his side, he slowly opened one amber eye and glanced down at the small, red tom with a tired expression. Letting out a large yawn, he shifted onto his belly, and nuzzled Mudkit. "Shouldn't you be asleep? It's too early for ShadowClan cats," he purred, stifling another yawn.

It had been tough for the tom since his mate and three kits went missing. Along with the cold weather came a lot of disappearances from the clan, and the black warrior worried about their decreasing size. Just as the tom began to lose hope, a little bundle of joy in the form of Mudkit came into his life. It was sad, with the mother's passing, but Mudkit, along with Thicketkit, helped Magpiewing get out of his short slump and back to his usual bright self. He quickly began to consider the pair to be his children, blood-related or not.

ooc: whoops forgot about this

"It's not early! The sun is waking up to!" The kit squeaked, tumbling over his father's soft fur. When will we go outside? Shouldn't we start the day early, and beat the other cats?" he tilted his head.