Rays of the early morning light cut through the small holes in the thickly woven nettles of the nursery roof. The pleasant smell of milk wreathed in the air and the nursery was filled with the soft breathing of the queens who were still asleep. Leaves rustled softly as a small breeze floated into the nursery, briefly cooling the nursery down with its soft and gentle touch.
Sliverkit struggled out from underneath her mother’s, Dovewing’s, belly fur and opened her eyes. The bright light that shone from the entrance of the nursery stung her eye. Screwing her eyes against the light, she stumbled forward a few paces to the edge of the the nest and breathed in the thick scent of milk and fur that hung in the air. The scent she was so used to. She could hear Cinderheart’s slow breathing and moss rustling as Squirrelflight turned over in her nest. Cinderheart was Pinekit, Firekit and Dewki