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The leaf-fall breeze ruffled the small kit’s fur. He blinked, the wind stinging the kit’s green eyes. His mother’s sweet scent filled his nostrils, mixed with the scent of vole, which she had caught for them. Even the vole’s tasty scent could not block out the odor of sickness that radiated from her, and the kit noticed her paws trembling as she padded into the clearing where they made their nest. One day i’ll be strong enough to take care of Mouse. And my brothers! And-! His thoughts were cut off by his brother, tackling him from behind, his blue eyes flashing with amusement. The kit whirled around to bat at his nose, only to be crushed beneath his second brother, who cuffed his ear before letting go to nip his brother, still snickering about his sneak attack. The kit ran over and pounced on his brothers, and soon all three of them were piling on top of each other, mewing joyously. “Kits! Come here!” Mouse’s voice echoed through the clearing. The kits scampered over, still squeaking playfully at each other. “It is time for you three to receive your names.” Mouse meowed, gazing lovingly at her three kits. She looked first at the biggest of the three. “Your hunting skill surpasses that of a kit your age.” she purred, causing the kit’s amber eyes to flood with pride. On their first day leaving the clearing, he had been the only kit to catch prey, a plump mouse that had been searching for food in the roots of a tree. “In honor of your hunting skill, you will be named Stalk.” A squeak of excitement escaped Stalk before he could stop it. Mouse was now focused on the second kit, whose icy blue eyes flashed ambition and determination. “You are quick, both from your lithe build and your sharp mind.” The kit dipped his head modestly, although he squealed in agreement. “In honor of your speed, you will be named Swift.” Swift, as if inspired by his newly given name, sprinted around the small clearing, mewing excitedly, before returning to his mother. Stalk and Swift. Those are great names! I hope mine is as good! No, better! Like Mighty or Brave! His mother’s gaze was locked on him. “ You are so much like your father. Small but brave, and so kind. Your ring of black fur is from him.” The kit licked his chest self-consciously, flattening his wind-blown fur. “In honor of your father, you will be named Tiny.” “Tiny!?” He mewed disbelievingly. “Yes, Tiny.” Mouse said calmly. “It was your father’s name, and it’s an honor to share his name. Every cat needs a name, and of all the names to share the best are the names of great cats. Now the three of you must all get some sleep, I’m going to take you out hunting early next morning.” She then walked out of the clearing to hunt. Tiny… Tiny lay pondering in his nest until Stalk’s rhythmic snoring lulled him to sleep.

INTO JAPANESE

秋の葉の風フリル小さなキットの毛皮です。彼はまばたきして、キットの緑の目を刺すような風。彼の母の甘い香りいっぱいに捕まえていた彼女のネズミの香りと混合、彼は鼻です。でもネズミのおいしい香りが、彼女から放射病気の匂いをブロックできませんでした、キットに気づいた彼女の足が震えている、