"Well, normally I'm against big things. I think the world is going to be saved by millions of small things. Too many things can go wrong when they get big."
― Pete Seeger
Warm blankets, milk a furry body next to me squirming and shifting to better access the milk given to us by mother. It dares threaten my milk! Being the brave kit I am, I mew for mother to aid me in vanquishing this rival. A bizarre noise erupted from the creature. Sadly, it did not strike me as a noise of extermination. It was soon answered by decidedly alien chattering & cooing.
Egad! Barely older than a week, and already I've been betrayed by my family! For some non-cat smelling imposter too!
Wait a minute. The milk-thief is not a cat! What fresh hell is this!
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"Have you ever wondered if kits are secretly super intelligent & only get dumb as they age?" Feste ponders, with the face of a consummate philosopher. This, as usual, fails to amuse my mate Akar who promptly dismisses the fool from the tower.
"Do you need anything, my love?" He asks nervously after Feste vanished down the old spiral staircase.
"I've faced worse than a kitting!" I admonish softly, "Prospera is the best Witchdoctor in all of Akann; I'll be okay." I add seeing him deflate at my words. In response, he glances at the aforementioned she-cat.
"H'r majesty shall beest well enow, t is only a bawbling intrigue," Prospera reassures Akar in her twisted language. "I am sure Akann wouldst benefit from having its king f'r a couple of heartbeats this day. Doth not w'rry 'twill beest some timeth yet."
"As you say, Prospera," Akar concedes as he turns towards the stairs. Dragging his paws all the way. He soon shifts his head to look at us. "If you need anything, just ask for me. Okay, Fel."
"As you wish, my Firestar." I jest. He flusters & makes his way down the staircase. Funny how even after all these seasons, he still holds that old loners' tale close to his heart. Never change love, never change.