Maple kit swatted the moss ball in front of her. A cold mountain breeze passed by. “Oh wow! It’s cold!” She squealed. “Come on Maplekit, let’s go get you some food.” Her mother, SapPelt, told her, then picked her up by her scruff. “Come on mom!” She said, then started to wriggle in her mothers grip. “Oh, stop your wiggling!” Her mother snapped. “Sorry,” she apologized.
I don’t think I’ll ever finish this
