[Spikes]

The tom recoiled slightly as the soggy and muddied kit fell down again, wondering if he should help the kit up. It seemed pointless, as the kit had already decided to bunch together into a tight ball, most likely to protect himself from whatever the world had thrown at him before. He'd begun talking before his impact on the ground had interrupted him mid-sentence, the tom crouching lower to the ground as the kit spoke.
"Your mother... the moon?" the loner glanced at the sky, the sun sinking and glistening happily on the horizon... It was a shame the mood couldn't match today. But that also hinted at a bigger issue. The moon wouldn't have been out for a long time now, so where was the mother? Hopefully the kit wasn't abandoned...
Looking back at the kit, a hint of worry had already shown in the tom's fiery eyes, though he corrected himself quickly. He remembered being told by his own mother to act strong when others needed help. But that had never been needed until now. "Maybe she's... Maybe she's hunting for you." a likely story. That hunting trip would've been over by now, at least with a helpless kit being left alone. The mother would have at least come back empty-pawed if she wanted the kit alive. What a dreadful thought... A mother who didn't want her kit alive...
( @MossFire )