Ridgekit was bigger now, growing stronger each day. He had been a good kit, as good as he could be, ever since the last clan meeting. He shivered, wondering where the kit and the pregnant molly had ended up after they had been chased off. He'd do anything to avoid that. The thought of being alone scared him almost as much as that thought of swimming!
Shaking the thoughts from his head, the little pale puffball stepped into the Elder's Den and gave a polite mrow in greeting. He smiled to himself. Rigdekit had grown fond of the elders, big and grumpy as they might be. They had been warriors once and his respect for them was strong. His bright pale green eyes scanned the den, looking for anyone who might be in need of assistance or, if he was really lucky, looking to share a story.
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SorrelClaw