Dayback yawned as he exited the nursery, the morning air cold and crisp on his previously warmed pelt. He sighed, already missing the warmth of his daughter, Wishkit, by his side.
The tom had become a den dad after his 'adopted' kit had suddenly appeared in the night long ago. He looked around for a place to unruffle his fur, settling down near the elder's den and getting an itchy spot on his back was a relaxed sigh.
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DAYBACK
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