While the true mother to the kitten was unclear, it was evident that his biological father did not reside in ThunderClan. He was a perfect little future warrior, with a healthy build and fuzzy fur, yet he lacked one of the most important tools to all cats: a tail. In its place was a tiny stump, the remains of what would have been an appendage used for balance and nonverbal communication. Its lack of existence puzzled and embarrassed the creampuff of a kitten, so he did his best to hide it by frequently sitting on the little stump, to block it from view of any curious spectators.

For now, Acornkit rested at the warm belly of his adopted mother, relying on her body heat to block out the chill of approaching newleaf. His ticked tabby kitten fur was growing in well- it as still soft and fuzzy to the touch, but it was becoming quite a bit thicker, for the sake of his survival. When sleep finally left him, the stumpy kitten released a tiny yawn and stretched out his short limbs, sprawling out in the nest.

He had only recently acquired the proper balance and coordination to move about the nursery, and he was already eager to see the rest of ThunderClan. However, Acornkit had to admit, he did feel a little shy about it. Did everyone else lack a tail, too? Or was it just him and his brother, Fogkit?