Ghostkit opened his eyes, he was currently inside the nursery curled up with Rosekit and Redkit. He looked up at his mother who was curled around them sleep, the wary kit scrambled to his paws. He was a scrawny tom but not as little as his sister, Rosekit of course. He had a lot of growing to do, but he would never reach the height of Redkit. It just wasn't in his blood, besides the fact. The tom kit tumbled outside of the nursery landing on his stomach with a grunt.