Smallkit had an odd dream. His littermates, though he had never seen them yet, he knew their scent and the feeling of their warmth. They were play fighting, and when he rushed over to join, Crowkit smacked him away. No, not Crowkit, a larger kit, older than him and his littermates. The kit had seemed to come out of no where. It was brown with darker brown stripes and Amber eyes, and was laughing at him. Mudkit and Crowkit exchanged a glance, then laughed nervously, looking down.