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Leveretkit lay face down on the side of a path, holding his little paws outstretched to cradle a wooden bowl. "Would anyone like some soup," he whispered. He had gone from Clan to Clan selling Badgerkit's delicacies and so far no one liked them, aside from the guy who got food poisoning and started screaming and begging for his life. He was so tired. "I'm just gonna have a little nap," he whispered, and curled up softly upon a patch of white flowers. "Don't go anywhere, soup," he told the soup, then lay his head down and covered his face with one of his white paws.
Glosskit probably wasn't to be roaming around MoonClan territory willy-nilly, but he had big plans for the day--namely, to roam around MoonClan territory willy-nilly. Then he caught sight of a wilted pile of fur near the side of the path (that path, you know the one) and cocked his head, former plans for the day forgotten. This pile of fur did not look like it belonged in MoonClan, and neither did the strange bowl beside it. "Excuse me!" he called out, because a deputy would never let something like this slide, and Glosskit was going to be deputy some day. "Do you have a lise....a linken.....a licen....are you allowed to be here?"
Leveretkit kept on sleeping, because he was asleep. As Glosskit came closer, he simply reached out a dainty little paw while he slept and dragged the other kit down to spoon him. "Bugs in the soup," he whispered into his neck fur, because he was having a nightmare.
Glosskit's eyebrows raised as he was forced into a spooning position. It wasn't unpleasant. "...What's in the what now?" he murmured, casting his gaze over to the Bowl Of Mystery. "Did you...is there bugs in the soup? Do you eat bugs? I know someone who eats bugs. She says they're healthy. But you don't seem that healthy lying down beside the path. You seem kind of depressed."
Leveretkit slowly woke up to find himself spooning another kit he'd never met; he didn't mind at all. Snuggling in closer, he replied very softly and shyly, "no, I don't eat bugs. But my friend makes soup out of mud and it's my job to stir up business by bringing it all around, but it gets hot in the sun and then sometimes it goes off, kind of." He took in a deep, shuddering breath, the little tom-kit's fur tickling the inside of his mouth. "Who are you?" he finally whispered, like he was something magical, like a fairy, still not able to see the kit's face from this angle. "Why are we spooning?"
Glosskit narrowed his eyes. "You started it, just so you know," he muttered, "and my name is Glosskit. I live here. Well, not here, but in MoonClan. And I don't think MoonClan eats mud soup, but...I mean, I'd have to ask someone." What if it turned out his fellow MoonClanners did like eating mud soup and Ravenstar found out that Glosskit turned this magical travelling soup salesman down? He would never get to be deputy! "Um, what's your name...?"
Leveretkit nodded, sleepily lifting his paw from where it was hugging the other kit and using it to softly stroke his fur. He was very soft. “We don’t eat mud in NightClan either but Badgerkit still likes it so I have to support him or the food critic will show up and he’ll get a bad review and our restaurant will get closed down. I’m Leveretkit. A leveret is a baby hare. But I’m a baby cat.” He said it very gently and seriously, like Glosskit might really be confused and in need of correction.
Glosskit thought about it and decided it made sense. Kitkit would be a bad name for a baby cat, so if you wanted to name your kit after something that was a baby, you'd have to pick something else. He didn't really understand much of everything else Leveretkit said. "Who's the food critic?" he asked. "And what's a restaurant?"
“I don’t really know,” he replied with a little wrinkle of his nose as he thought. “He just always talks about it. It must be some kind of monster. He’s really scared of it and I have to say, Badgerkit it’s okay, he’s not here yet. And then sometimes he doesn’t even calm down. I think a restaurant is what he wants to happen when he becomes a big chef. I’m so proud of him and happy for him. He’ll have the best restaurant in the world. We could go there for our best friend anniversary,” he suggested shyly, ducking his head against his fur and blushing.
Glosskit's chest puffed out a little with pride. Most kits hid age didn't have a best friend, and here he was, making one in about thirty seconds! Even if the method was slightly dubious. "You promise?" he murmured.
Leveretkit suddenly sat bolt upright, spilling his soup. A big, beaming smile was on his face, eyes wide with excitement. He knew something even better than bestfriendship! “We should get married!” he exclaimed happily.
Glosskit used his ninja-like reflexes to dodge the soup droplets. "Is that...allowed?" he asked with a concerned expression. "I'm only two moons old, and we're not from the same Clan...will people get mad at us? What if they try and break us up and we won't get to go to Badgerkit's rest-o-rant?"
“Then we’ll run away!” He gushed. Reaching out, he grasped Glosskit’s — no, his husband’s — forepaws between his own and looked lovingly, devotedly, into his eyes. “I’ve never felt about anyone the way I feel about you. You’re the love of my life. Nothing can keep us apart, not even the restaurant critics and their fancy articles and home of phobia.” He leaned in, breathless with excitement. “Gloss Middle Name Kit, will you… marry me?”
"Okay, sure!" Glosskit said, without really processing what that meant. "As long as I can still be MoonClan deputy even with all the homes of phobias!" Then he leaned in and gave his new fiancé a peck on the cheek.
Leveretkit let out a gasp, holding his paw to his cheek. "Glosskit!" he whispered, face bright red, like he'd done something so immoral and unholy. "But we aren't even married yet!" Looking around, he spotted a group of squirrels playing under an oak tree. "They look nice. Do you think they would marry us? Are they koala-fied?"
"I don't know," Glosskit whispered, eyes wide at the sight of the squirrels. "Maybe we can ask them. Do squirrels speak cat? The ones on the fresh-kill pile at home don't seem to..."
"I think they're shy," he whispered back earnestly, sad at the thought; he didn't understand they were corpses. But instead of making the first move to go talk to the priest squirrels to marry them, he just sat there beside Glosskit, shy and uncertain. "Do you... do you want to go first?" he asked his fiancé softly. The two kits just sat there, staring nervously and forlornly at the playing squirrels. "Maybe we should bring them a gift. You know. A wedding gift. Maybe they'd like that." He smiled at his fiancé, small and shy. He had no idea how weddings worked.
"Wedding gift? Like..." Glosskit frowned and looked around for something they could use as a wedding gift. His eyes passed over a large pile of acorns. "Oh, what about that!" he said, bounding over to the acorns and running past them entirely because he was an idiot. He instead stopped at the decaying skeleton of a baby bird. "I love playing with bird bones with the rest of the kits! What do you think, Leveretkit?"
"Oh, Glosskit, it's perfect!" he exclaimed lovingly, rushing over to his fiancé to admire the decaying corpse. "They'll love it! Come on, let's go show them." He led Glosskit over to the playing squirrels. "Excuse me," he interrupted very politely, "excuse me just a moment-"
The squirrels screeched in perfect unison, as if some kind of hivemind. One of them scratched Glosskit in the face and then they all started jumping around the clearing at like a hundred and twenty frames a second. It was crazy, you really had to be there.
"Leveretkit! Dosomethingohmyseleneihatesquirrelsnowwhattheheck!?" Glosskit shrieked as one of the squirrels descended on him, eyes filled with murder.
