[SpiritedWarrior]

Crowkit played with moss, waiting for his father to return. Hopefully, Thrushfur would return with his sister, Quietkit, but he wasn't sure. It seemed empty without his small, weak littermate around, but surely Quietkit would return? She had to! But alas, Crowkit could only wait. He was six moons old now. He had to learn to be patient so his mentor, whoever it may be, wouldn't get angry with him.