[Brunch]

Shaken from his deep thoughts, Arctickit almost leaped out of his stance. "Wh-what?" The kit stammered in a squeak. Arctickit raised his head quickly, blinking hard at his father. "Oh-ohh, sorry... Just... Just daydreaming is all all," a small sigh escaped the kit's mouth, just short of groan. The kit knew that his dream-like state only made his company very irritated at his presence. When his accompaniment would let the tom know of the anger he caused, Arctickit hated himself, and when Fogfur had aroused him, it only reminded him of how many cats disliked him.

The troubled kit glanced over to his brother, his bright blue eyes flashing slightly. "Bucknight would never let you be mentored by your uncle," he grumbled slowly. The tom's irritation was from the fact that he was dreading his upcoming his apprenticeship. The normally excitable kit's personality was gloomy and dull, his baby blue eyes absent of their cheeriness.

Snowyfur, knowing her son well, glanced over with concern at him. "Are you alright, sweetheart?" The queen asked cooly, her voice even and quick. "You've been acting... Different.." The she-cat's voice trailed off, not wanting to give away any of her concern for her kit.

At her mate's offering of minnows, Snowyfur smiled, and nodded her thanks to him. Though she was grateful for the minnows, she looked into Fogfur's eyes, then retained them on Arctickit, as though to say, Have you noticed?