It had been a moon now, Copperstar realized, as he lay curled up in his nest around the tiny ball of fluff, that he had brilliantly named Orangekit. Wow, so creative, right? To be fair and to his defense, Orangekit’s arrival had been one of a shock. To think a kit would be washed ashore from the deep blue of the seas. He hadn’t much time to think of any better name for the kitten, everything happened so fast and sudden.
Ever since that day a moon ago, Orangekit has been residing here within his den, because of his condition he had opted to let the kit stay with him. He had been very frail for the first two weeks, but after that he’d been growing much stronger. Copperstar estimated the kit was only four moons old based on his size and so he supposes he must be five by now.
With Orangekit’s strength returning to him, Copperstar thinks in the next week or so, it would be fine to let him leave the walls of the den. He craned his head down and lapped his tongue against Orangekit’s tiny head, feeling a rush of warmth wash over him. It made him think of his other kittens with Quinceshade, who were already out and about and running amok the camp.
A moon in and Orangekit had forgotten his original family. He's sure they were nice but it was far away in his mind. He had Copperstar and he was great. When he was cold and sneezing Copperstar had been warm and safe. He adored him.
He glanced up at the older cat at the lick and grinned. His nose had been the biggest injury and the scar was still healing. It made it difficult to find things and he would sometimes walk right over food without realizing. He was learning his limits.
He tried to bat at one of Copperstar's whiskers, only fumbling a bit. "Do you want to play?"