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A particular creamy white tom rolled over in his nest, releasing a soft yawn that ended with a mew. Goldenkit was not keen on opening his eyes just yet, fighting to hold on to those last vestiges of sleep. Unsure what time of day it was, although as a kit it wasn't something that totally concerned him at that time, eventually, it was the lack of warmth beside him, indicating his mother was elsewhere, that had him blinking open flecked amber orbs, sweeping across the nursery in search of her, or anyone really to keep him company now that he was awake.