Swiftcurrent Creek the season to be jolly

The fat little silver boy was perhaps the most aggressive of all of them, preferring to roll over, waving his clumsy paws trying to smack them before screeching at the top of his lungs to yell for backup. Most of the times, the backup failed to attack his littermates, but saved them instead. As long as everyone was out of his way.....when he slept or nursed. When Trajan was awake, he wanted everyone's attention.

The silver Angelus Mortis had been staying quietly by his mother's furry side as his idiotic siblings scurried towards the thing, deciding he would go join the fun, he slithered away too and bumped into his dam's forepaw. Loosing his balance, he flew into the air and joined the rest of his siblings.

He smiled, quite enjoying this, he scuttled towards the big thing but bumped into two of his younger littermates instead, Relonikiv and Durnehviir. Trajan tried his best to tower of the two of them, and tell them to move out of the way, not that he didn't like them, but he was the eldest after all, and the prince.