Infinitygalixy wrote:I want some kittens!Artist:I like bees
Username + ID:infnitygalixy + 852716
Last accepted form: Feb ‘25Cat 1: MaplefrostPermission: n/a NPC
Last bred: n/a
Cat 2: SkyFallPermission: He’s mine
Last bred:Never
Appearance or genetics based?:Genetics
Would you like apprentice references for your litter?: Up to you!
Items using:BOFAllow for random NR edits?:yes
Roll for chance at random myth edit?:of course
Prompt: (Prompt 3)
Just what did he get himself into this time.. That’s the question Aether has been asking himself for the past few days, carrying a bundle of moss to the nursery he thinks back through the series of events that got him here..
Aether had simply been doing his duties, that day he was assisting a fishing patrol by the river when he spotted them, adrift in the water, floating on a piece of driftwood, a litter of kits, all alone.
He leapt into action abandoning the juicy carp he had caught and deftly gliding through the water in their direction. The water tousled his fur, undoubtedly weaving tangles that he would later meticulously pull apart into their usual smoothness. For a cat to whom appearances are deemed so important, one would assume that Aether would never act on such an impulse as to jump into the river, but when innocent lives are on the line he would never hesitate for a moment.
As he reached the kits he bit into the driftwood, dragging it toward land, where the other members of the patrol were waiting. Splashing onto the shore, Aether spared not a moment in checking up on the kits, before distributing them among the present cats to take back to camp post-haste.
Upon their return to camp the patrol was greeted by a slew of concerned cats, many shocked to see their deputy in such a state as he was in, but he cared not about the sandy matts that covered his body, placing the kits in the nursery, he curled around them briefly before being shooed off by the medicine cat, Luna, who correctly stated that his own sopping wet form was in fact not helping warm the kits.
Later that evening, Aether returned to the nursery, now free of sand and tangles, though still ever so slightly damp, he laid down near the kits, staring at them intently. Despite their unknown origin, he looked at them like they were stars, admiration and love in his gaze, simply taking it all in.
One of the queens noticed this and mentioned that the kits were lacking names, and well, since he reduced them and all, he could do the honor of naming them.
So he did, and every day, like clockwork, Aether showed up to the nursery, hanging out with the kits, his kits, teaching them all there was to know about the world, everything he did, everything he does, is for them.