Amberpaw lay stretched out on her side near the nursery and blinked sleep out of her eyes at the wailing of a kit. She turned her amber gaze towards the kit and stood. Making her way over she gently nosed him, "What's wrong litle one?" SHe cooed.
Amberpaw purred softly, "Not every kit looks like their mum. Look at me." She offered, swishing her tail over her orange and white tabby coat, "My mother had a silver coat but I got my father's orange."
Amberpaw's tail bristled in shock as she gently lickedbetween his ears, "Shhhh it's alright. Hey, how bout I show you a hunter's crouch?" She offered, hoping to calm him.