[Dewleaf]

I want some kittens!
Artist: Mythz

Username + ID: Dewleaf 1115825
Last accepted form: N/A

Cat 1: Cliff!
Permission: N/A
Last bred: N/A

Cat 2: Wahoo!
Permission: N/A
Last bred: N/A

Appearance or genetics based?: Genetics!
Would you like apprentice references for your litter?: Nope!
Items using: N/A

Allow for random NR edits?: Definitely!
Roll for chance at random myth edit?: Yes!
If this litter has more than one user involved, will you be splitting the litter?: Only me.

Prompt:
(Discussing kits!)
Quite long ago, about a year, Cliff first met Wahoo. He was hurrying to deliver some messages. While running, the cat tripped on a rock, falling and scattering everything. The trail was set next to a river, just the spot Wahoo was finishing at. The second Cliff looked in his eyes he felt... odd. Like thousands of butterflies would fly around his stomach. Every day he found an excuse to visit Wahoo, wether to deliver messages for nearby cats or to ask about weather forecasts, he was always there. Until one day, he delivered a message just for him.

"Wahoo?" Cliff quietly said, trying to wake up his old friend.
"Goodmornin' Cliff! Ya got some news?"
"Heh... a lot, actually!"
"Go on!"
The tom looked down, slightly flushed.
"We'll have kits...!" He eventually said, a spark of joy in his eyes.
"Kits?! Oh m-"
"You won't have to do anything though!! I can take care of them, i already have everything ready!" He shouted awkwardly.
Wahoo chuckled and gave his partner a quick lick on the cheek.
"Don'tcha worry! I've got it!"
None of them had any experience with children, it sure was going to be a bumpy ride, but they didn't seem to care.

Will also do art if i have time!

[jay.]

I want some kittens!
Artist: mythz

Username + ID: jay. + 688591
Last accepted form: oct 17 2024

Cat 1: goldenhour
Permission: n/a, npc
Last bred: n/a

Cat 2: maplefrost
Permission: n/a, npc
Last bred: n/a

Appearance or genetics based?: artist's choice!
Would you like apprentice references for your litter?: artist's choice!
Items using: n/a


Allow for random NR edits?: yes!
Roll for chance at random myth edit?: yes!
If this litter has more than one user involved, will you be splitting the litter?: n/a

Prompt: Describe the parents' relationship.

goldenhour paced carefully along the narrow, overgrown woodland path, her tail swaying shortly behind her. the sunlight flickered through the canopy above her, illuminating her golden pelt under the shade of the tree lines, her eyes gently gazing around as she admired the insects of the forest dance around her. she let out a soft chuckle admiring the other creatures - oh, peaceful it was out here, with the insects seemingly lost in the joy of a blissful existence.
"quite the view, huh?" a familiar, chirpy voice came from behind her, causing goldenhour to swivel in her place, a purr erupting from her throat.
"maplefrost," she greeted her companion, quickly losing sight of the small critters she had been admiring to turn her sights on the ruddy cat.

"finally caught a break from all the kit-sitting?" maplefrost giggled, earing the slight swivel of goldenhour's ears in return.
"a break is funny coming from you - i thought you'd be busy at this hour." goldenhour responded back, her response quick yet not snappy, spoken in an almost familiar bantering tone. maplefrost simply shook her head in amusement, taking a step towards her golden companion.

"i'm sure a little pause from my carnival won't hurt anyone. especially not if it's spent within your company." a purr still carried her voice as maplefrost sat down next to goldenhour, her eyes lit up with what could only be described as sheer interest of her companion, wanting to hear about how the other had been. goldenhour simply chuckled in response, not so much as flinching as maplefrost took a seat next to her. while they had their playful bantering moments, goldenhour wasn't going to turn down company like this. the pair barely got time to hang out with each other, with maplefrost's job usually getting in the way, so goldenhour would take what she got. it was a nice change, maplefrost coming to visit, as it usually was the other way around.

"well, if you insist." she purred back, leaning to the side and resting against maplefrost's fur, "some company would be nice, anyway."

[Kazin]

I want some kittens!
Artist: Mythz

Username + ID: Kazin 3262
Last accepted form: Forum/viewtopic.php?f=123&t=4566184&p=145784313&hilit=kazin#p145784313

Cat 1: Starfire
Permission: owned by self
Last bred: never bred

Cat 2: Moondrop
Permission: owned by self
Last bred: never bred

Appearance or genetics based?: genetics preferred but artists choice, I'm not picky!
Would you like apprentice references for your litter?: n/a
Items using: n/a

Allow for random NR edits?: yes!
Roll for chance at random myth edit?: yes!
If this litter has more than one user involved, will you be splitting the litter?: n/a

Prompt:

The kits of the prophecy.

Starfire, the ever pessimist, has been reading the signs. A savior is needed for the clan, to prevent the war from breaking out. To prevent terror from taking over, from chaos reigning supreme. He hasn't let Moondrop know yet, but Starfire has received haunting visions of the sun and the moon eclipsing together, at first causing detrimental damage to the clan, before the darkness resolves itself. He's never been quite sure what it means, but each moon another snippet of the dark prophecy becomes clearer. As time goes on, he sees the flash of a small bundle of fur, the kit meant to either bring destruction, or save the clan, or both.

Moondrop has always talked about wanting kits, and Starfire has never been able to have the heart to tell his partner what he's seen. The joy and hope that Moondrop has at the thought of kits has always been so great, so absolute, that Starfire has done all he can to share that joy, to ignore the premonitions and hope that it has all been a trick of the skies, that the omens are wrong. After all, not all prophecies have to come true, and who says that the kit in his visions are going to be his and Moondrop's kit?

Yet, there will always be a feeling of uncertainty that crosses through Starfire's mind. Moondrop has seen the shadow pass over Starfire's features many times, though they haven't been able to crack into the wall of defense Starfire has put up surrounding this prophecy. In Moondrop, there exists a pure optimistic heart. In Starfire, pessimism. The two are quite different in every perspective, yet it is their differences that bring them together and balance each other out.

The kits would give Starfire a chance to open up about the prophecy, finally having to accept that it's real or not real. Moondrop, ever steady and a gentle force of light in the world, would be the guiding light that tells everyone that the kit(s) can't be a part of the destruction of the clan.... right?

[Rathalos]

I want some kittens!
Artist: Mythz

Username + ID: HOLOGHOST #1008448
Last accepted form: x [Approval.]

Other username + ID: Polluux. #450726
Other user's last accepted form: Never/First Time [Consent to Breeding.]

Cat 1: Aileux
Permission: Mine.
Last bred: Never

Cat 2: Samandriel
Permission: [Consent to Breeding.]
Last bred: Never.

Appearance or genetics based?: Appearance!
Would you like apprentice references for your litter?: nay.
Items using: N/A

Allow for random NR edits?: ye
Roll for chance at random myth edits?: ye
If this litter has more than one user involved, will you be splitting the litter?: yes

Prompt: i. Describe the parents' relationship. [300 words]


An indescribable longing that spans across centuries, even after it twists into an acid anger and choking regret. Paws reaching across worlds, fated to never meet again.

Shy glances in a idyllic paradise, as they walk on what feels like clouds, wings brushing in secret camaderie. Or laying down in the gardens, sides pressed tightly, pelts blending with each other, whispering secrets and sharing stories lost in their little world, tails intertwined. One being in two different bodies, they never saw one without the other, but as time passed and the golden one turned tarnished and bitter as he realized what kind of evil he had been helping, what kind of harm he had been doing- and silver tried, tried, and tried to help him, to make him see the truth, to make him understand he is their best friend why won't he listen- only to be met with a betrayed gaze and snarling words as he realized that the one he trusted the most, the one he cherished the most, didn't really understand him or what he had been through. They scream and yell, and the sky trembles with their fury, their sadness.

As bloodstained paws stain the pure white, as a choking sensation surges within him, as the screams ring in his ears, he can only feel cold as he falls, burning feathers falling alongside him as proof of his undeniable sin. As a last glimpse of Heaven fill his view, he can barely see his beloved friend trying to reach for him, anguish etched across his face, he closes his eyes to Heaven. He no longer belongs with them.

And he closes his eyes to Him as well. Tears falling like stardust, as he finally crashes to the mortal realm, no longer Divine.

He misses him already.

[CupidCola]

I want some kittens!
Artist: Mythz

Username + ID:CupidCola + 670964
Last accepted form: Here

Cat 1: HoneyBlaze
Permission: Owned by self
Last bred: Here

Cat 2: Where Winter Sleeps
Permission: Owned by self
Last bred: Never bred

Appearance or genetics based?: Artist choice
Would you like apprentice references for your litter?: No
Items using: N/A

Allow for random NR edits?:Yes
Roll for chance at random myth edit?:Yes
If this litter has more than one user
involved, will you be splitting the litter?: N/A

Prompt:

Winter padded over to her mate, shielding her from the snowstorm. The two had been preparing the den for their future kits. Layering soft bedding and furs to make it extra cozy. Slowly, Winter settled down beside HoneyBlaze and listened to the wind howl.
“What do you think our kit will look like?”She asked, leaning her body up against HoneyBlaze. The she-cat thought for a moment, her purring interrupted by Winter’s question. It was a question that she often wondered about herself.
“Well,”Honeyblaze started, turning her gaze to Winter,”I kinda want them to have your fur. That thick fluffy fur I love so much.” A soft purr of laughter escaped her as she nosed Winter’s mane of fur out of her eyes. “But most of all, I hope they have your personality. Sweet, caring, a little bit of a pain in the rump sometimes,”She joked.
“I'm not that much of a pain,”Winter huffed playfully, shaking her mane out and covering her eyes again. Hazel smiled, a soft delicate smile as she leaned against Winter.
“You can be sometimes. But that’s what I love about you,”She whispered over the roaring winds. The snow fell around the pair, dusting their coats white.

“Have you ever thought about what they plan to do when they’re older?’HoneyBlaze asked, watching the snow fall. “Just think about it. They *are* demigods. Do you think they’ll do something great within their lifetime?”
“All the time. I can only hope they do something great,”Winter replied, picking up the edge of her cloak with her teeth and placing it over HoneyBlaze’s back. “So you don’t get cold while we’re out here. We really should head back inside soon.”
“I know,”She murmured softly, closing her eyes and tilting her face towards the sky. “I just want to enjoy our time together. It won’t be long before we aren’t alone anymore, ya know? We’ll have little rascals to take care of.”
“Yeah, life will be really different. It won’t just be us anymore. But, I think we’ll be okay. We always are, right?”Winter asked, feeling HoneyBlaze shift and stand beside her. Slowly, she too stood as they made their way back to the den.

HoneyBlaze settled herself into the cozy nest, moving a few things around. “Our lives will change for sure. But we’ll love them all just the same.”

[Embergleam]

I want some kittens!
Artist: Mythz

Username + ID: Embergleam #127087
Last accepted form: June '24


Cat 1: Duskbloom
Last bred: Never bred

Cat 2: Ivystar
Last bred: Never bred

Appearance or genetics based?: Appearance, please!
Would you like apprentice references for your litter?: No thank you!
Items using: 1 x Star's Gift

Allow for random NR edits?: Yes, please!
Roll for chance at random myth edit?: Yes, please!
If this litter has more than one user involved, will you be splitting the litter?: n/a, both parents are mine!

Prompt:
Write about the hypothetical kits from this litter.
Ivystar and Duskbloom's future kits have something of a challenge ahead of them. How could they not? Their parents are two of the most influential- and, if we're being honest, formidable- cats in the clan. Ivystar is the Wake's leader, chosen by Silverpelt to guide and guard the Wake and its feline inhabitants. Duskbloom was her second in command until mere moons ago, paw-picked for her skills both on and off the battlefield. While becoming Ivystar's mate may have prompted her to renounce her title, she remains one of the clan's most skilled combatants, the cat others look to when the (sometimes literal) wolves are at the door.

That sort of legacy is hard for any kit to live up to. It's even harder for a kit who has no interest in either fighting or leading. While one of Duskbloom and Ivystar's kits will likely follow in their pawprints, I intend for another to be a dyed-in-the-wool pacifist, someone with no stomach whatsoever for bloodshed. Perhaps they'll apprentice under Mimic and Heartleap and become a mediator, or take after Duststep and become the Wake's first 'homebrewed' historian. Either way, they'll have to wrangle with the weight of their mothers' illustrious legacies, and with the likely tension between them and their more militant sibling. The warrior sibling will likewise have to shoulder the expectations placed on them: what if they can't reach the same heights as Duskbloom? What if they flunk out of their apprenticeship? What if they aren't cut out for life as a warrior? It's a lot for a kit, and they don't want to let their mom down...

This will also be an excellent excuse for Ivystar and Duskbloom themselves to reckon with how their roles and responsibilities affect them, as well as their growing family. They're going to need to balance 'care of clan' with 'care of kits', and that's a moving target they haven't had to hit before. It'll also be a lot of strain on a relationship that only recently upgraded from 'platonic' to 'romantic'. While their love will endure- I, the author, am a sucker for such things- they'll need to learn a lot very quickly, and there will inevitably be some hurt feelings along the way.

But it's not all doom and gloom! The whole clan's been waiting for Duskbloom and Ivystar to have kits since the two finally (FINALLY!) got together. There'll be a whole legion of kitsitters ready to step in and patch up the boo-boos that go with raising kits. Uncle Owlflight in particular is unreasonably excited to spoil his future niblings rotten.

[BingoDingo03]

I want some kittens!
Artist: Mythz

Username + ID: BingoDingo03 + 1113749
Last accepted form: first time!

Cat 1: Omen's Cry
Permission: n/a
Last bred: n/a

Cat 2: Octavian
Permission: n/a
Last bred: n/a

Appearance or genetics based?: genetics! these kits will be genetic monstrosities >:))
Would you like apprentice references for your litter?: artists choice!
Items using: n/a

Allow for random NR edits?: yes
Roll for chance at random myth edit?: yes
If this litter has more than one user involved, will you be splitting the litter?: n/a

Prompt:

Omen's Cry and Octavian, huh? How do we start? Well let's just say, these two became somewhat close to each other during the winter festivities. Some thing about Omen's kindness and gentleness had caught Octavian's eye. Octavian played with this feeling a bit, playful teasing and flirting with this dazzling feline. Omen's Cry, bashful as they are, loved it when Octavian gave gift and even sang songs for them. On a romantic moonlit night, Omen's Cry confessed the affections to Octavian and the rest were to come.

Winter finally caught up with the cats, chilly winds cutting through the air. Octavian was washing out some dirty rags before Omen's Cry came into view. Octavian knew something was up with Omen's Cry earlier, as they were complaining about unusual aches lately. They returned from getting a look by the healers and apparently, results were in. Instead of their usual shy expression, a grim one was placed instead. Octavian, worried for their partner, harried them inside their little home in an attempted to make them comfortable. Octavian gave everything to them, tea, blankets, cookies, everything!!

The overly coddlesome Octavian started to bother Omen. Omen couldn't keep the secret anymore. They got up, look Octavian in the eye, and yowled "We're expecting kits!" They were expecting kits! Octavian, shocked into silence, blatantly fainted hard in the floor. After fainting for who know how many time already, Octavian finally came through. They were going to have kittens! The hugged Omen's Cry, bawling to the universe that they'll love anf cherish these kitten forever, much to Omen's Cry's relief! They together decided to name their kits all O names, like themselves.

[LOSTINUNKNOWN]

I want some kittens!
Artist: Mythz.

Username + ID: LOSTINUNKNOWN 1002427.
Last accepted form: This would be my first breeding.

Cat 1: Hana.
Permission: Npc.
Last bred: N/A.

Cat 2: Owl In Thick Forest.
Permission: Owned by self.
Last bred: N/A.

Appearance or genetics based?: Genetics.
Would you like apprentice references for your litter?: N/A.
Items using: N/A.

Allow for random NR edits?: Yes.
Roll for chance at random myth edit?: Yes.
If this litter has more than one user involved, will you be splitting the litter?: N/A.

Prompt: 788 words. Apologies if there are any mistakes.

The distinguishing rivulets of warming breath strung in steadily fostered strings upon the very crest of Owl In Thick Forest's lips languidly pooled against the firm permanence of the oakwood fence structuring the Two-leg yard whereupon Hana resided as he arduously hoisted his form over such, the viscous bourns of virescent encapsulating the fibrovascular fiber of his irises astutely flitting along the composition of sown grass blades and catmint etched into the yard at the very prompt of his paws meeting the ground, pausing for a single fleeting beat of contemplatation prior to claiming a plethora of steps afore himself in search - his mind silently reeling with notions regarding that of the information Myna had divulged to him no more than an hour preceding his resolve to visit Hana, the she-cat of which he bore no intention of forming a relationship with nor to sire kits for. It was merely a one-time occurrence between the pythias and "soft-hearted", spurred by foolish abandon and reckless enactment he swore himself into denying since, despite Myna's close relations with Hana and the words they consistently exchanged when convenience proved.

Abruptly, the cartilage of Owl right ear twitched irregularly beneath the sheer weight of cries piercing through his mulling from their position under the farthest portion of the composite of timberwood perched directly afore the back threshold of the Two-leg den, his ears pinning themselves against either side of his skull whilst he manuevered himself closer to that of the deck itself, cautiously pressed the white tufts of fur binding his chest to the ground upon meeting the cusp and sedately enveloping himself in the stark darkened expanse, comprehending the manner in which the distinctive coo of a feminine voice interjected them. He paused thereafter at the adjustment of darkness to his eyes, restraining tension from permeating his muscles as his mechanically dilating pupils settled upon that of Hana's form curled delicately around a cluster of white and brown kittens suckling at her side.

With an amount of hesitancy, Owl met her from behind, yet didn't quite touch her while the kittens' wails gradually diminished into murmurs by Hana's insistence. "Myna said you were expecting."

"Ah, I see I couldn't hide it from you." Hana murmured in lieu of a flinch, the darkened summit of her tail flicking against the firm pillar of wood structuring the deck.

"You never could." Owl claimed, questioning thereafter. "They're mine?"

Hana hummed, lazily tilting her head to the side as a means to acquaint herself to his presence, the floral bandana fastened around her neck faintly whispering. "All yours, Mr. Forest."

"Don't name me that." Owl firmly stated.

"Fine, fine." Hana relented "Calm your paws, Owl. You wouldn't want to scare them, would you?"

"I never even wanted them." Owl muttered. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"For the same reason you want to growl at the sight of them." Hana replied, siezing a terse breath. "You may not realize it, but I can read you, Owl. Like a book. And I know you find this situation 'less than ideal', but-"

"But nothing! There isn't-" Owl began, merely to be interjected by Hana's tail draping his muzzle.

"I'm not done." Hana stated. "I know you find find this situation 'less than ideal', however, you're going to take them regardless of how you feel."

"What?!" Owl snarled out, earning a cry from the youngest of the litter. "What in the stars do you mean I have to take them? They're your kits!"

"They are just as much mine as they are yours!" Hana hissed, idly soothing the hitherto calm kits with a paw. "Besides, my owners don't like kits. They'll get rid of this litter if they find out I had them."

"Let them! I don't care." Owl harshly growled.

"Do you truly want that?" Hana questioned, the azure and golden hues of her eyes narrowing. "Do you want your first litter, and potentially your only litter, to die at the hands of my owners?"

Owl hesitated just as he had prior, abiding by the suffocating bourns of stillness permeating the air serving to distance to two while his thoughts claimed him in reason, for the introduction of his kits wouldn't prove to harm him nor his colony if he claimed they were abandoned - feigning the adoption of them therein may perhaps shift the negative opinions those he's reigned under have formed of him. His gaze intently fixed on the small interchangeable pelts poised along the base of Hana's stomach prior to mustering a feeble response. "No."

"Then it's settled." Hana asserted. "Once they can be waned from my milk, Myna will inform you. From there, you will return, and thus leave with them."

Owl relented, "Fine."

[crexmii]

I want some kittens!
Artist: mythz

Username + ID: crexmii + 1056107
Last accepted form: xxxxx

Cat 1: peppermint
Permission: mine
Last bred: never bred

Cat 2: oleanderdance
Permission: mine
Last bred: never bred

Appearance or genetics based?: genetics
Would you like apprentice references for your litter?: no
Items using: n/a

Allow for random NR edits?: yes!
Roll for chance at random myth edit?: ofc !! <3
If this litter has more than one user involved, will you be splitting the litter?: no

Prompt: write about the parents' relationship.

the trees seemed to glare at her.
oleanderdance couldn't bear to look at the view again. the sunset was beautiful, but now it was tainted. red, gold and orange hues now seemed to fade to black.

she remembered the incessant pounding of the rain as it trickled down her limp body. she remembered azalea's horrorstruck green irises, and the crunching of her pawsteps as she disappeared into the foliage, leaving her best friend there to rot.

suddenly it was there, lingering in the air.
azalea's scent was fresh.

blindly following the trail, it led to the camp of the believers. oleanderdance didn't seem to realise she was in dangerous territory. all she knew was that she needed to find her old best friend.

her familiar scent washed over her and soon oleanderdance was face to face with those brilliant green eyes. but now, there was no longer any warmth in them.

only anger.

"what are you doing here?"
azalea flicked her tail, and several other felines emerged from the bushes, poised and ready to pounce.

oleanderdance was surrounded and vulnerable with her lost legs, but she wasn't giving up.

"azalea! it's me, ollie. don't you remember me? your best friend?"

azalea looked torn, but when she saw one of the cats side eyeing her, she glared back at oleanderdance. there was a tremor in her voice as she mewed, "k-kill her."

"AZALEA! NO-"

she was pinned down.
no. she didn't want to be killed by azalea.
not again.

suddenly yowls split the tense silence. a neon blue blur seemed to burst out of nowhere. azalea got a nasty scratch on her cheek, and her other companions were scattered and sent running.

oleanderdance felt the weight of claws on her neck vanish. she looked up at her saviour.

she was face to face with an aqua-furred molly. "you-you saved me. thank you," oleanderdance gasped.

"it's no problem. i advise you leave before coming back. but anyway what in the world were you doing? that was such a mouse brained thing. once a cat joins the believers, there's...no changing their mind."

"i just wanted to see her again."

"it makes sense. i lost a loved one to them too."

an awkward silence bloomed between the two.
then it was broken as oleanderdance's blue eyes went to her leg.

"hey! that's so cool! is that a metal leg?"
"...yeah. i used to be a kittypet but i got a metal leg to replace the one i lost in a twoleg trap. i didn't use to be this colour either. its just that some random portal sucked me in here a long time ago, so now i guess i live here now."

suddenly she seemed to realise she was opening up to a stranger and mewed, "o-oh. i'm so sorry for oversharing." blush formed on her curly features.

"it's fine. i see you've been through a lot. i have too. do...do you want to walk back to my clan with me?"

"c-clan? are you part of a cult too?!" she asked, fur bristling.

"no no no! a clan is a community of cats who work together to live with each other and survive the lands."

"...perhaps it'll be alright. i'll come with you. but there's no guarantee i'll stay. oh, also forgive me for not introducing myself first. i'm peppermint."

oleanderdance smiled warmly, her lilac fur blowing the cold wind. "it's okay. i'm oleanderdance, but you can call me ollie." as she said the last word, her eyes clouded. in a time before this...

peppermint didn't know why, but when she saw her companion smile, something warm stirred, awakening inside of her.

maybe it would be okay to trust oleanderdance.
just maybe.
[ WHOO BOY IM SORRY ITS SO LONG ]

[ToraOkami303]

I want some kittens!
Artist: Mythz

Username + ID: ToraOkami303 || 1006275
Last accepted form: Wheeze, Oct 21st 2021

Cat 1: Bumblegorse
Permission: Owned by Self
Last bred: Never Bred

Cat 2: Morticia
Permission: Owned by Self
Last bred: Never Bred

Appearance or genetics based?: Genetics
Would you like apprentice references for your litter?: Artist has Opted out of Apprentice References
Items using: N/A

Allow for random NR edits?: Yes!
Roll for chance at random myth edit?: Yes!
If this litter has more than one user involved, will you be splitting the litter?: N/A

Prompt: ('gorse thinking about/preparing for the future kits, for lore reasons while Morticia is the second parent of these kits they never had a litter together in lore.)

Bumblegorse had made all the needed changes to look after the kits for a time, he had already spoken to Speckledstar about Lil Hawk's veil training and talked to Gingerfrost about helping with crafter duties when he inevitably got stirr crazy before the kits were ready for him to leave their side. He was going to try his very best to be a good parent to them on his own but couldn't help but feel a stab of longing that the love of his life still wanted him around. He quickly pushed the thought to the side and resumed moving all the soft nesting material around until he was satisfied that he had made a safe nest for his kits. He wasn't sure what he wanted other than healthy kits.

He looks over to Lil Hawk's nest smiling softly, he and Morticia did a good job raising her. He just hopes he is as good of a parent without her as he was with her. He looks around humming as he heads out of the camp to look for some more things to keep in his den. He will need to keep the kits entertained after all, and without a second parent he can't just nip off to find some flowers to entertain the little ones with like he did with Lil Hawk. He hums a little tune to himself as he collects some kit safe things that might entertain them, a rock that's a little too big to put in their mouths, a funny shaped stick from a Dogwood tree, some bamboo shoots that broke off and dried out making them nearly hollow, feathers of all sorts of prey, and a cloth some twolegs forgot in the nearby park. He uses the cloth to drag his haul back to his nest, smiling to Lil Hawk when he sees her back in the den.

"Excited to be a big sister?" He asks her smiling happily.

"Yeah, they will like be right?" She asks nervously.

"Of course they will, you're their big sister." He sooths his eldest grooming her head.