As the moon dappled the sodden earth in pale patches of dull water blue, Barkkit sat on edge, away from the other kits in the nursery. His shoulders hunched and head hanging low, the small brown tom's eyes glowed in the small crease of moonlight that seeped through a puny hole in the roof of the nursery. Sighing, Barkkit slowly got up and turned in three circles then laying down, a huff of air escaping his mouth as he shut his eyes, waiting for sleep to welcome him. He was tired and out of energy. All the kit wanted to do was get some sleep after a hard 日 of trying to fit in.
The only kit...
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