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His kittens were past their first moon of life, and every day they became stronger and more adventurous. And every day, Brakewings' anxiety grew. Soon, their mother wouldn't be feeding them anymore, and they would be his problem to deal with full-time, on top of his medicine cat duties. Brakewings had helped raise the clan's kits before, but this was different. They had never been his sole responsibility.
It would be fine.
Deciding to start off small, Brakewings isolated one kitten and brought her back into the medicine cat's den, where he plopped her gently onto the ground and sat in front of her. "Good morning, Pulsarkit," her father greeted with a half-smile. "Um . . . . nice weather today."
Pulsarkit knew that she was in a strange position, but she wasn't exactly sure why. The other cats looked at her ... strangely, and maybe when she was older, she'd learn to understand this was probably because of her ... unique lineage. For now, though, she was mostly oblivious to the chatter, and was just happy to be living her best life.
"Hiya, dad!" she squeaked when he plopped her down. "I coulda walked!" She was still a little indignant that her father ahdn't just ... told her to follow him, but it wasn't enough to spoil her chipper mood. She smiled widely up to him, her eyes glowing. "The other kittens were saying their mamas were saying we might be expecting some rain soon! What's rain, dad?"
"Right," Brakewings trilled nervously, feeling a little silly. Of course, he knew she could walk, she was old enough for it, but he didn't know how stable she was on his paws. He didn't want to spend the whole journey from the nursery to his den watching her waddle and slip all over the place, and he didn't want anyone to question why he was luring her away. Picking her up seemed like the most elegant solution.
"Rain?" He sniffed the air absently and thought they might be right. There was a crisp weight that hadn't been there before, and hadn't he seen clouds in the distance? "It's like the water that you drink, but it falls from the sky in little droplets. You can play in the rain when it comes," he told her, "as long as you come inside before you get too cold."
He was probably right. She would have gotten to the nursery eventually, but probably not anywhere as fast as he wanted her too. Still, it was embarassing to be carted around like that, especially outside of the nursery. What if the others saw? It wasn't very propper to be swinging from your dad's jaws. At least she was on the ground now! That would save her any future mortification.
"Oh!" she meowed, looking out at the sky. "Why does it fall from the sky? Does it not like its home up there?" she meowed innocently, before she nodded. "Is it fun to play in the rain? What if I get..." she shuddered, "... wet? Then the other kittens will make fun of me! But if it's fun enough I guess I could survive!"
Brakewings wasn't used to this part. He checked on the kittens as they grew, but he rarely had to deal with nonsense questions. Their mother usually stepped in, but Defiledblood wasn't even allowed to be near her family.
"Well, the rain is like prey; it doesn't have feelings." He hesitated, looking around his den. He fetched a long, thin leaf and set it down in front of her. "Or like a plant. The plant's job is to grow big and strong so that we can use it to heal cats. The rain's job is to fall so that we can drink. It doesn't have a home." He swished his tail and added mildly, "you'll get wet, but so will they, if they come out."
