Coconutkit was curled up against her mother. Her tortoiseshell pelt was fluffy and her build was similar to that of her mother. In fact, with pelt color aside, the she kit resembled her mother more so than her father. Her personality was similar to her fathers at least. The kit was dozing, still aware of her surroundings, but in an unconscious sort of way. The voices around her were familiar and soothing keeping her asleep. She could feel the warmth radiating off her siblings and her mother which caused a very light purr to rise from her throat. Coconutkit wouldnt have asked this to be any other way. Unlike most young kits, she preferred to be resting in her nest, cautious of the danger outside of the nursery and even just around her. She trusted only her mother to tell her when she was safe and when she needed to worry.