Dawnfur breathed heavily, her warm breath ruffling the fluffy fur of the kit that hung limply from her jaws. The small grey kit let out a squeaky yawn, squirming around under the prickly teeth that hung onto her scruff. Dawnfur closed her eyes, scenting the air which was difficult due to the kit's milky scent overwhelming her nostrils. "I'm taking you home..." The ginger she-cat's voice was muffled as she looked towards the milky pink sky. She crept into camp; her green eyes caught sight of Grayfeather who was on guard for the night.