It was a cold, chilly night, and Duskmist was on a walk, trying to clear his head. He didn't know what was going on with his clanmates, but something felt...off. Hence, the walk. The tall, dark furred tom-cat was wandering far from camp, enjoying the frigid breeze that tangled through his fur, when he heard a quiet noise somewhere to his left. Curious, he pushed through the fallen leaves and evergreen bushes, to unveil the source of the sound. Kits.
