Out of the Dawn

Early dawn seeped into the den as Foxkit blinked back sleep. She rolled over in her nest shutting her eyes, but only to fail as a big ball of cream landed on her shoulder. 'Wake up Foxkit, wake up, wake up, WAKE UP!", Sweetkit squealed. "UGGGHHHHHFFFH", Foxkit moaned as she clambered up. There was no choice. She would have to go sooner or later, and Gingerpelt wouldn't defend her. And her shoulder hurt. IT HURT. The 4 kits scampered out of the nursery, and skidding down the tussocky dewed morning grass. They veered direction and sprinted into the Elder's Den. Mallowberry was already awake. She purred: "Another story?", she rumbled. "Yes!", the kits jumped up with joy.