[doghouse]

Redmoon stood up with Frogkit limp on her back. "Let's go!" She meowed, then set off running, but careful that Frogkit didn't slip off or get snagged on some thorns or low branches. Her paws thudded rhythmically against the soft pine needles, and her head was low. Her tail streamed out behind her, while sunlight dappled her tortoiseshell fur. She ran swiftly, though not as swiftly as she would've if she hadn't been carrying a kit on her back.