~Finding Home Again~
Chapter 3
It was almost the sixth month anniversary of their foster fathers' deaths when they found them. Rogue found them while hunting for some fire wood- he was reaching for a fallen branch when he tripped over a moss covered tree root and went rolling down the hill until he landing in a brush. Standing up to brush himself off, he saw the duo. Large eggs with identical looking markings that were only different in color. They were a little over half his height and, he noted as he picked the green decorated one up, weren't very heavy. Just then, Sting came darting down to him, having heard his crash.
"What kind of eggs are those?"
"I don't know."
"Are they edible?"
That is when Rogue heard it. A soft heartbeat coming from deep within the egg. He looked at his partner, who was now holding onto the red egg. His wide eyes told Rogue what he needed to now- Sting heard a heartbeat too.
The dragon slayer duo stayed at their camp longer than they intended to take care of the unknown ages. At night, they would curl up with their respective eggs- Rogue growing attached to the green one and Sting to the red one- under their thin cloaks that they stole from a house a few nights back. In the morning, they would take turns watching the eggs while the other went to find food and water. This routine comes to a halt one evening, three weeks after Rogue found the eggs.
Sting and Rogue were trying to build a tent out of large leaves and branches because they could smell rain coming when cracking sounds started from behind them. They turned around- tense, battle ready- when from eggs out pops cats with wings. The children stood dumbstruck as they watched with wide eyes the cats fly wobbly to them before dropping into their arms. The red cat looked up at Sting while the green cat stares cutely at Rogue from her spot underneath his chin.
"Hi!"
The red cat smiled broadly, his teeth shining in the moonlight, one hand out in front of him. Sting smiled just as broadly before giving the cat a high five. Rogue looked at the female in his arms- her scent was too flowery for her to be a male- who smiled at him. "Do you have a name?", he asked. She shook her head. "May I name you?" She nodded.
"How about Frosch, or Fro for short?"
She smiled and hugged his neck, exclaiming, "Fro likes you!" Rogue had to laugh as he hugged her closer to him, looking at Sting who was hugging his cat.
"I'm going to name you Lector!"
"Yeah!"
So the two boys gained two cats and, as Fro curled up against Rogue's heart and Lector sprawled himself across Sting's chest, Rogue found himself smiling because a little bit of that hole inside of his heart got filled with love for the two new members of his family.