Lupinkit slowly dragged himself into the rather empty nursery. His first night back had been spent curled into Uncle Odds' arms in what remained of the warrior den but now he was here again;
alone. Dim eyes searched the mounds of nesting material, hoping to spot his own bed of moss Uncle Odd had made, back when they first arrived, but no doubt it would've been torn apart to form other larger, more needed nests, or turned into a play ball. As if his spirits weren't crushed enough, his neck still stung from the sharp claws of the large buck rabbit who'd he had came face-to-butt with in the darkness of the warren tunnel.
Lupinkit climbed into the nearest nest - too big for a single kitten but better than the cold floor - to drown in his sorrows. Lupinkit didn't realise the comfortable nest actually belonged to a queen, none the less Mooselily.
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RedHead