Shellkit - 3 moons - he/him
Cool dusk breeze ruffled the kit's pelt as he lay, daydreaming away. Shellkit had begun to find the dusk comforting, there was something so peaceful about the end of the day. On his back, he stretched out his little paws in an attempt to not fall asleep. Twittering birds could be heard in the distance - he wondered what it would be like, to be a bird. He could fly wherever he wanted, whenever he wanted. It seemed nice. If only cats didn't hunt them, he'd quite like to be a bird.