your mother is a clown car

When their father had returned to the den to call them out, Keisuke had been focused on the activity of a beetle that had made it into the den. His pale silver eyes flicked and watched as the bug moved across the floor, noticing how each leg moved and inched it along. He had been so focused in fact that he did not hear what his father had said, and it took several of his siblings moving to go outside for him to notice that the others were on the move. His head came up, a blink of his eyes as he slowly moved to the entrance of the den. What was going on? They were allowed to leave now? He would step outside, breathing in the scent of the fresh air as the breeze brushed against his koi patterned coat.

The world his father and mother had roamed were far bigger than he had realized. He took a few more steps out into the open before moving over to sniff at the bamboo that sheltered them. Each sight, each smell, each new feeling was something he took in slowly. All of this was new, his world to explore and learn. The boy would turn from the bamboo and look for the next new object. Merely a rock, but still it had his interest for the moment as he pressed his paw against the bumpy and rough surface to experience it.