Darkkit sadly wandered back. He was worried about her, then brightened. He had a plan. He whispered it to his siblings. "Mother, you look ill, you should go stay in Rainshadow's den. Maybe Tanglepelt can take care of us? He needs more excitement in his life than yelling at apprentices, he's going senile. He'll probably feel younger once he gets kits around though, bouncing around again."
Darkkit was shy, but could be a convincing speaker when he put his mind to it. Apprentices may have feared Tanglepelt, but he provided hours of entertainment for kits with nothing better to do.