(This will be a written series!) A gray tom with yellow eyes lumbered into camp. His mate, a gray and white calico with green eyes, followed behind. A golden speckled tom-kit was dangling in her jaws, his pale green eyes shut as he was asleep. “Ripplestar?” The medicine cat mewed through muffled teeth. “Should we stay here?” The gray tom shot his head back, furrowing his brow. “In the plains? It’ll be much to hot in green-leaf, Houndtree!” “We’re all tired!” Houndtree hissed after dropping the kit. “Almondkit is only a moon! He needs a home he can sleep in.” “So? We’ll find a better one!” Ripplestar groaned, ears flicking. “This is amazing, Ripplestar. I’m staying here.” Houndtree lifted Almondkit and padded into the hole in the ground that was made by a badger, and the scent was stale. It was the makeshift nursery. Ripplestar, angry with his mate’s choice, set out to patrol. Thankfully, the newleaf helps with his hunting spree. While eating the prey, Ripplestar thought about the comparison of disgusting kittypet food with this amazing prey. Houndtree, while watching Almondkit, felt disturbed. Days after, Almondkit is running around the camp.
