[Foxfur x Bearkit] A Land before time.

[caffeinecraving]

Babysitting? He frowned at the queen. Well ok... he could watch one kit... right... how hard could it be. He sat and waited for the kit out side the nursery. He had brought a piece of prey over for the small thing to chew on. He had this all planned. HE could talk to the little kit about prey and such. Though for today his mind was firmly ignoring his orders and thinking about the past. No not his past, far past... like where was the first cat from... how were there even cats.

He lay down and his mind took him far away. What were starclan, before the first cat, was that first cat lonely... but how did more cats come if there was but one cat... even if there were twocats... how then did there become so many cats... Were they all..... related? He blinked. Like... that closely related. When bearkit came out he would find Foxfur upside down looking terribly distressed.  

[Fea Line]

Bearkit trotted out of the nursery looking fat but not so happy. He was confused why he was singled out and his mom and Owlkit and Rabbitkit weren’t with him. What were they doing that he wasn’t invited too? Had he misbehaved somehow? Did they find food and they weren’t going to share? OH FORESTCLAN DID THEY FIND A BIG FISH AND WERE LEAVING HIM OUT ON PURPOSE?!! “MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!” he wailed, his tiny paws carrying him full speed into the waiting and frowning nose of Foxfur. “Oof…”

With a squeak, Bearkit flopped backwards onto his hind quarters, tail between his hind legs and sticking up awkwardly. One left foot of beans was raised in the air while the right one was splat flat on the ground. Tilting his head, Bearkit looked over the orange cat but nose wiggled and immediately he was distracted by the offering left. “Yayhe!” he squeaked, diving onto the prey and chewing on it relentlessly.

After a bit of chewing and making more of a mess than success at eating, Bearkit glanced back at Foxfur. “What doin?”  

[caffeinecraving]

Foxfur jolted up right! Crap! He forgot about the kit. Right babysitting duty. He looked over the kit and then to the mouse he had gnawed on. "YOu know... i could have been taking that mouse out to dispose of... May have been toxic... " It wasnt... but probably should ask before just eating?

Though what was he doing? He hesitated, you couldnt drop that much philosophical thoughts, Could he? He blinked. "Just thinking up a good story...You like stories dont yah? Well i brought you a mouse to chew on so listen up ok..."

He frowned thinking about it. "Alright... so Once upon a time.... In a land before time... before there were cats were cats there was the first cat... " He still hadnt decided where they had come from... or how many were there. "And his mate.... Like Fawnbriar and Sootpelt..." He flicked his tail. "These cats... were fierce warriors... the history of the warriors themselves alone..." Maybe? "But they were only two... How then did the vast multitude of cats appear?" He paused in his story, not really to give time for questions but more he had questions himself.  

[Fea Line]

"Um but whai wuld u hurt da clan?" Bearkit had asked but it didn't even seem to mater because Foxfur was off on some kind of story telling and Bearkit squealed, eagerly laying back and chewing on the mouse's tail as he began to speak. At first, Bearkit was enthralled. Like completely. He wanted to hear a tale about amazing cats that made all the cats and to be told he was related to those cats and that he was going to be amazing cat.

But then the story paused.

Bearkit chewed a bit longer before starting to chew louder. "Um." he blinked, raising a paw and pawing at the air where Foxfur was in his vision. "Stowree?" he asked through mouthful of mouse. If there wasn't anymore story soon... Bearkit might just get bored and no one needed a bored Bearkit on their paws.