Bumblekit mewled in protest at being picked up. He wanted to explore but his wobbly legs would barley move. Huffing in defeat at being placed down by his mother’s stiffing side. He could tell something bad was happening even though he could barely hear from his ears. He could practically taste the sadness in the air so he stayed still. Nestled between his father and his mother his fur was finally drying and it came out as a pale yellow just like appleloves fur but it had black stripes like a bumblebee.
His entire body was shaking and trembling he was cold and hungry but he remind quiet burying himself into his mother’s sweet fur. His small tail was stubby and short just as any kits would be at birth but it was also so small and fragile. He was fragile ever so fragile like a thin piece of glass that could shatter at any moment. His tiny paws where tucked beneath him as if he was trying to match his mother’s poster just by feeling around her fur.
Suddenly he was on the move again crawling towards his father he was practically oozing in determination as he slowly but steadily crawled on top of birchtrout’s paws. Then he was on his way once more towards the outside world where his clanmates awaited.