It was adorable. Just plain adorable. In fact, Dencat could even conclude that it was sickeningly adorable. There they were, Norcat and Icecat, squished together in Icecat's cramped basket of flowers. The two fluffy kitties were taking their daily nap in the sun, sometimes their tails twitching every now and then. The older of the two cats in the basket had his body wrapped around the tinier splotch of a kitten, purring contently as he slept. The tinier of the two often readjusted himself against his older brother, trying to keep comfy in the fluffiness that was Norcat's thick and heat-keeping fur. Icecat was a bit too young to properly "snore", so instead, a tiny lingering squeak leaked from his nose as he exhaled.

Norcat had actually just groomed himself about an hour ago, so his coat was now a shining, pearlescent white. Dencat admired that characteristic immensely, seeing as he found it difficult to keep himself clean… He groomed sure, but for some reason his long hair could not be kept nearly as neatly as his beloved Nor's.

Dencat found himself stalking up on the basket, his tail flicking impatiently as his bright blue eyes focused on the sleeping Norcat. Ugh. Seeing such an incredibly, unbelievably, unrealistically adorable sight had its perks, but gosh! Dencat just wanted to pounce on them and cuddle and lick them to death! It was an unbelievable task for Dencat to keep his self-control in check, allowing the two to sleep. Norcat had scolded Dencat hundreds of times to keep his distance when he and Ice were napping. Breaking this very strict rule resulted in quite a few scratch marks across the face.

But Dencat decided in the end it was worth it, because truthfully, Norcat was just too damn irresistible.

Dencat's hindquarters were highly arched in the air, his eagerness steadily rising like the thermometer on a scolding hot day. For a brief second, his mind was flashing with past warnings from Nor, Fin and Berwald, to not wake up any cat who was napping. These warnings were effortlessly pushed aside.

The large, frazzled cat leapt into the air, pouncing high and landing straight in the middle of the basket. Paper flowers exploded from the woven bowl, a loud chorus of hisses and screeching erupting from the mess of cats. Claws began to swipe at anything in the air, and Dencat's laughs cut through all the noise.

The basket toppled over, spewing the cats out, causing them to roll across the floor. Icecat tumbled the furthest, the little lightweight floofin.

The older cats were mangled in with each other, Norway hissing still.

"You idiotic Dane! What are you doing!" he batted at the Dane mercilessly.

"I'm so sorry, Nor! I couldn't resist!" Dencat rolled over atop Norcat, keeping his paws from scratching out his eyeballs. Norcat's eyes were fiery and unsurprisingly, very angry.

"You can never resist, fool! Ice and I were perfectly happy napping! Then you always have to come and ruin it! Why can't you keep your paws to yourself?" he spat, "What if you had accidentally hurt Ice! He's still very young!"

Dencat cocked his head, his fur swishing to the movement. He glanced up at little Icecat, wobbling as he regained his balance, a bit discombobulated to say the least. He looked back down at Nor. So…Nor really didn't like it when…when he woke him up…? Surely…surely a little part of him liked being cuddled by Dencat or…

Suddenly, Dencat began to experience a very odd feeling in his chest. His ears immediately pressed down flat against his head, and he began to back off of Nor slowly. He kept his paws close to himself and he whimpered slightly. His usually perky tail tucked itself neatly against his back legs.

He then realized what feeling was oozing out of his heart, guilt and sadness. He didn't mean to make Nor so unhappy! Honest! He thought Nor liked to play like that, even a little bit. But even Dencat can be wrong.

"I…I'm sorry, Nor… I didn't…I mean…"

Norcat didn't even give him a second glance before swiftly making his way over to Icecat and picking up the kitten in his mouth. He mumbled something to Ice, who in response nodded.

Dencat's large eyes quivered a bit, trying to figure out how to fix his mistake. Norcat was glaring at him, unamused and definitely displeased. Dencat glanced around.

He decided then to slowly get up, his paw scratching at the upturned basket. He managed somehow to readjust it against his face, propping it on his nose to push it right side up. Norcat icily watched Dencat go about the room and begin to pick up each paper flower into his mouth, and traveling back to the basket to deposit them. He didn't say anything, and continued his self-assigned task until it was complete. The basket was back in order, and Dencat backed away from it a few feet.

"I'll let ya sleep now, and-and I won't bother ya! Ever!" Dencat promised, "and I'll go huntin'! I'll go get ya fresh fish from the beach!"

The obnoxious cat motioned to where the beach was just about a mile away from their home. Norcat didn't reply. The larger cat nodded a bit and swallowed, "Ah…I…I'll see ya later then?"

He began to depart.

"Wait."

Almost too quickly, Dencat spun around, ears suddenly alert and his tail straight up. Norcat had placed Ice in the basket, and was now walking towards his ridiculous Dane. He nuzzled him lightly.

"…I just don't want you to be so careless because Ice could have gotten hurt. And even you are really annoying waking us up, that doesn't mean we don't like napping with you, Anko…" Norcat looked up, his expression cool.

He seemed a bit nervous, but he hesitantly let out a purr. Norcat pushed up against Dencat a bit firmer, giving him a proper nudge and a lick on the cheek.

"You can take a nap with us today, Anko. Then you can get us our fish."

Dencat's heart was practically bursting out of his rib cage. He let out a very satisfied and thundering purr, nuzzling and licking Norcat just as he had wanted to from the beginning. He was astonished to see that Norcat didn't just accept his affection, but returned it too! What a treat! And he gets to take a nap with Ice and Nor!

Dencat followed Norcat to the basket where little Ice was already half asleep. It took a few minutes of adjusting the three cats in the basket, but it was accomplished eventually. Norcat ended up pressed against Dencat's body, the little one resting against Nor.

The three were very warm and cozy, and their nap lasted a very long time. It wasn't until very late in the night was Dencat woken up by another affectionate ick and nudge, only to be sent off to fetch the promised fish

Nekotalia is very fucking important, ok. Like I cannot stress floofy cats enough