Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2015 20:34:47 GMT -6
Lostkit scattered into the elders den with a small mouse clamped in his jaws. He had come, like most kits, with something for the elders with hopes that the retired warriors would share a story or two. He looked at the elders. He flattened his ears against his head-- in which is about the size of their paws-- and took a few more steps farther. The shy kit mewed, barely a whisper, "h-hello?"