Ch 1 – Kits Left Behind
Looking outside the den, the first clear signs of a storm coming in, from the looks of it might be thunder and lightening as well
“well, might as well get prepare and get my den ready, having extra berries will be best”
just as I'm about to walk past a bush, I hear a slight whimpering sound, I investigate, can't find anything.
I goes back to searching for berries and vegetables for the coming meal and to have enough for the stormy night so I don't have to walk out in the rain.
I knew it, it starts to rain lightly, and the wind gusts peeking up, still unknown to me the young kits still cold, hungry, crying more now, waiting out in the storm, with the gusts and rain can't hear them too well, the bushes also drown out the small squeaky calls they make. I go back into my own den, as I get ready to prepare a late quick meal.
Something inside me told me to go out and take a second look, I sworn I could hear the whimpers or crying, this time I investi