Lynxkit twitched his ears, yawning, he purred, feeling the warmth of his mother, Goldenflowers, fur. He had just opened his eyes yesterday, so he was still getting used to the drowning light of the world. He set his head back down, curling around his brother, Swiftkit. Soon, his father, Patchpelt, would come visit them, but for now, he could relax.