(this open hope it is...)
Stream padded out from the bushes. She saw a small kit standing nearby. "hello" she meowed softly. "whats a kit like you doing out here alone?" she asked worried. Kits should never be alone in the forest. It was not safe. There were rouges, and large birds that could pick up cats. She hoped not to startle the skinnyl kit. "im stream. I wont hurt you" she mewed coming closer. "are you okay?"
The she-kit looked hungry. Maybe she could hunt for her? After all, Stream was quite a good hunter. The lone kit reminded her of herself as a kit. Alone.
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-Meow-