HE was naming the son? Pit took a moment to comprehend that, and looked at the larger tomkit warmly. Licking him quickly, his already bushy fur made him think of a little monster. But not a bad kind. The big, amazing kind that protected the cats they cared about. The kind he wished he could be.
You're going to be a fluffy little beast. he muttered happily, nosing the kit towards Nala. Beast. Beast was a good name, wasn't it?
Your name can be Beast. he purred, before taking a quick step back. The last kit, Rain and then they were all in the world.
They're beautiful! he purred, his eyes looking and looking and LOOKING at his delightful family, Nala and the kits, and Tiny, as close as he had had to a kit for a long time.
Do you need anything? he asked Nala, wanting to make sure she was alright. After all, the kitting looked tiring and painful, and he wanted to keep her healthy for the kits.
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The kits were cute, and Tiny loved them. They were small and fluffy and so innocent, and she wanted to make sure they had a good kithood, no evil parents to speak of. Unlike her. Still, she couldn't help wondering if Nala and Pit would like them more, precisely because they wouldn't have bad parents. They would be perfect kits, and they were related, and then what would Tiny be? That one that was small and less useful and would have the possibility to go a bit nuts because of her mother? She hoped not.
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