[Nixey]

~Antkit~
Little golden eyes were illuminated in the darkness, the rays of the sun only seeping in through the entrance and exit out of the nursery. Had it not been for the burnt brown patches in his pelt, Antkit would’ve seemed invisible and the dark corner, seemingly observing what was happening from his little spot that he found quite comfortable. The heat of the sun didn’t feel like it searing his little back, sometimes he cursed having black and deep brown fur, finding it to be a curse in new-leaf and green-leaf, but other times he was thankful for it, such as now where he didn’t have to worry about anyone approaching him or attempting to speak with him. The larger kit had never found himself to be one for conversation and he liked it that way, he found comfort in the silence of night, only broken by the sounds of his home, Thunderclans home. It was somehow anxiety inducing when he had to speak with someone and Nighthail pushing her son to be more social was not helping one bit. It always caused his heart to speed up as he starred across to the cat he was meant to talk with. His shoulders would always slouch and he’d pull back towards his black furred mother, burying himself there. However, today Nighthail was not in the nursery and Antkit had no one to bury into for the conversation.
@Willowfern