Escaping from mom was easy when she had twelve wild kits to take care of, and dad wasn't that much of an issue, either. Camden, the older of the twins, slipped out of the den without fuss and rounded the corner, stretching his limbs in the snow. It wasn't the first time he'd gotten out, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. The blue eyed kit grinned to himself as he moved behind a big rock not to far away from their den. His twin, his other half, should be coming out pretty soon The two always managed to do the same things, even if they didn't want too. Making sure his tail was tucked close, he laid in wait. Camden wanted to pounce Chase and then wrestle, just out in the snow where they wouldn't get in trouble for getting a bit rough. Momma was always so worried about her twin boys; like they actually would hurt each other on purpose. They were closer than that
Now, India, their weird sister, is who she should be worried about. That recessive gene was always by herself, dancing and singing like she was some kind of great... singer and dancer. He shook his head at that and snorted. He didn't think she was all that great, but others seemed to think so. Whatever. He was better than her, anyway. So back to laying in wait, blue eyes looking towards the mouth of the den, willing his brother out in the open. Camden liked to believe they had some kind of mental telepathy going, or something.
