In the warmth of the nursery, a young silver tabby slept. However, as conciousness knocked on his skull, a mild confusion swelled in him. Normally his brother was curled beside him, or sometimes on top of him. Groggily, the handsome young tom lifted his head to blink a gaze around the nursery. Stormkit was nowhere to be seen. A yawn fell from his small muzzle and he shook his head a little, preying for the young she-cats that his brother was probably harassing. Shaking his head for a moment, he then stood to stretch his thin, agile body, his unique silver print sparkling in the dappled light that broke through the nursery.
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