The small she-kit had found the source of the warmth - had found her mother. Littlekit curled up next to the larger cat, letting the warmth soak into her fur. She was tired, oh so tired. Why was it so tiring to be outside? Purrs filled the air, loud enough to be audible to the entire den, as if Littlekit knew her siblings needed a beacon, however small, to find their way over. She lay there purring for a long while, such a long while in this kitten's small mind, waiting for something, though she didn't know what. Perhaps she was waiting for the feeling of another small body against hers, but who really knew? All Littlekit knew was that she would wait there, purring, for however long it took for whatever she was waiting for to happen. Eventually her soft purrs started to turn into small snores as she drifted off to sleep, content with the warmth and love surrounding her.
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