It was a warm and quiet night inside the nursery, a rest from the day's rising heat. Despite his shorter fur, Moonkit was far from immune to the increasing temperatures typical of Greenleaf. To avoid it, he spent most of his time dozing curled against his mother's belly, under the shade of the den's walls. However, due to his altered sleep schedule, the kitten was unable to sleep deeply through the night. His golden eyes were wide open as he rolled over his back, with too much energy to take another nap.
At last, the young tom decided he had enough. He stood up and stretched his small body before trotting quietly to the nursery's exit for a short walk. Moonkit was already big enough to leave the den. In fact, it wasn't his first time seeing Thunderclan's camp... but it was his first time alone and in the dark. Aware of the possible dangers of wandering too far, the dark-furred kitten took just a few steps outside the den and sat down, his tail twitching as he looked up into the starry sky, a pattern familiar to his dark fur covered in white dots. As the stars' glimmer illuminated his eyes, Moonkit wondered whether Starclan was looking back at him... if his dad was watching him back.