The harsh winds were not enough to daunt Owlkit from exploring the clearing, but his mother's soothing yet firm voice beckoned him back into the warmth of the nursery. Though his mother's words were filled with love, Owlkit knew she could be strict when necessary. Letting out a huff, the two-toned tom laid his head on his paws, dramatically showing his boredom.
"Why don't you play with the younger kits? Airheart would be happy for the peace." His mother murmured, nuzzling the kit towards the other queen's nest. Owlkit stifled a sigh, secretly excited to finally play with his denmates - the other kits in the nursery were close to becoming apprentices and didn't seem as interested in him anymore as they were the actual apprentices. Owlkit cheerfully greeted Airheart before peering into her nest, his amber eyes immediately drawn towards the fiery ginger coat of the smallest kit - Tinykit.
"Hey, Tinykit -" he paused as the younger kit turned towards his voice, seeing her closely. Although Owlkit had seen Tinykit before, he couldn't help but feel he recognized her further than the few times they had been allowed to stray from her parents. Confused by the thought, Owlkit shook himself, bringing himself back to the present. "Tinykit, do you want to play or explore with me? If Airheart is okay with it. Have you been outside of the nursery yet?"