To the side of the nursery lay a ginger tom. The kit kept twisting and turning in his nest until eventually lifting his head to send an annoyed glare at the other kits
can't these mouse brains be quiet for once?! he thought.
Gingerkit scoffed as he sat up, lowering his gaze to the old nest he was laying in; it hadn't been cleaned in what seemed like for ever, yet perhaps it was because he always refused to move. Not like he cared.
He sat up, letting out a loud yawn, then, with a flic of his tail he made his way over to the nursery entrance
"darn mouse brains" he muttered under his breath.
(open!)