Bluemoon's ears caught a faint, tiny mew coming from beyond where they found this new plant, blech. He started to pad towards the noise, when Darkflame called out,"Bluemoon, it's time to head back to camp!"
"I'll come back later," Bluemoon mused, "There's something I want to check out."
The chilly leaf-bare breeze ruffled his fur. He continued on towards the noise, the weak whimpers growing by each step. Soon, the source of the noise came into his vision. He shook his head. Was he dreaming?
what was a kit doing out here in the forest? Bluemoon lowered his head to the kit. The kit stared up at him with his pale green eyes. "It's okay, I'll keep you safe." Bluemoon vowed to the kit, and himself. Bluemoon whispered to the young cat: "What is your name?" The kit replied, "Fir."
he lifted the frail, abandoned kit towards camp. And Fir came to us.
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