Owlfoot sighed as her three kits ran ahead of her, full of energy which never seemed to end.
Her oldest Violetkit pounced upon her brother Stonekit, the second born and only tom of the litter shouted in a playful manner,while the youngest Hollykit giggled madly at her older siblings.
The three 5 moon olds had dragged their mother out of be the den, early that morning and had yet to settle down. Laying down on the soft grass Owlfoot watched her three kits play, remembering when her mate Rivertail was still around the warrior tom, would have been able to help her with their young ones.