It had been only a moon since Northernkits parents had both fallen ill and passed away, leaving him in the care of his aunt Snowyfire, though she wasn't around much. He still thought of his mother and father often, sadness following what little memories he had of them, he was coping though in his own way. Northernkit had taken to collecting things, objects he thought were pretty or cool, he kept them hidden from the eyes of his clanmates though many knew already that he did this. Shaking his stark white pelt, his nub of a tail flicking back and forth he made his way out of the nursery carrying a twig that curved around to form a circle. He had kept it in his nest with him the night before so he could look at it before adding it to his small but growing collection.