[Bram246]

(A few months later)
The kits were four moons old and tearing up the den. They played with the crystals, the moss, ran like rabbits, and rolled around so much Patches was worried they never stop. But they slept in their tiny nest. Patches watched them as Lucky groomed his fur. She knew he was exhausted from hunting and playing with kits. She stared at them wondering when they were going to train them.

Jasper was breathing heavily as he got back to his cave. His back leg was bleeding from whatever chased away from the bird he caught. He looked back with his reddish eyes to see if it followed. Not seeing anything he limped his way through the fern barrier. He grabbed herbs and cobweb and started dressing his wound.