The tom walked across the dark forest floor. The sun had set hours ago and the sky was filled with clouds, making it almost pitch-black. But his eyes were perfectly adapted to this, and he was used to hunting in the dark. This time Lunian was not hunting for prey though, he was following the scent of his sister Leanne. He had not seen Leanne for many moons and he missed her a lot. He thought of his childhood, more than 20 moons ago. He also thought of his parents, especially his father which had played a major role in the kits upbringing.
His paws were starting to ache and he decided it was time to rest. He looked around for a while before finding the perfect place, an old hedgehog den among the roots of a large spruce. Nothing more than a pile of leaves and twigs with a tunnel in the middle, it would hide him from larger predators while he slept. He crawled inside, for once being happy that he was a smaller cat. Not small enough though, as his tail was left outside. The den was warm and cozy but he could still feel a slight stench of hedgehog dung. "This is really strange, what am I doing?" he thought to himself before drifting off to sleep.