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Oceankit gazed into the puddle in front of him with slight trepidation, watching the small insect struggle for its life on its back, little insect-ey limbs waving frantically. "I think there's a beetle drowning in there," he said, and was met with resounding silence from the rest of the camp. Which was probably to be expected, since he was effectively talking to himself. "...Am I supposed to help it? Yes? No?"
"Yes, help it!" Cinderkit materialized beside her brother, out of breath from the run she had taken to see what he was up to. Her wide amber eyes locked on her sibling, and her gray paw scooped the beetle out of the puddle and set it down on dry land. "You can't just let it die, Ocean," she said emphatically, sitting down on her chubby gray haunches.
Frostedkit had heard voices from the nursery, so she makes her way out. She was curious and didn’t want to miss out on anything. When the little tabby makes her way out of her nest and to camp, she notices the other two kits. Tail sticking straight up, she prances her way to them. “What’s goin on?” She chirps, settling down beside the sibling pair.
"Life and death, that's what's going on," Oceankit said, having not yet moved a muscle. "I'm not sure if I should invervene like my sis says, though. I mean, what if this beetle ended up in this puddle for a reason? Do I really have the right to play God? What if it's just going for a swim?"
"Who's God?" Cinderkit asked, pushing the beetle along with her paw until it was safely behind a rock. "It was just an accident that the beetle ended up in the puddle. It can't swim, and it doesn't have gills like rats do." Oblivious to the inaccuracy of her statement, she continued. "So we did the right thing by saving him, Ocean. It's better to help others than sit back and debate it!"
"Hey, what are you guys doing!" Noticing his siblings, and whoever Frostedkit was, Firekit charged over to them on careless, thunderous paws. He came closer and closer, and as he reached them, a sickening crunch could be heard underfoot that halted him. "Ew, bug guts." He shook the remnants of Cinderkit's recently rescued damsel off his pad.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Cinderkit shrieked, crumpling to the ground beside the the decimated remains of her little beetle. Big, shiny tears welled in her eyes, and she cradled the broken husk of the insect close to her. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Beetle," she said in a voice thick with grief. "May you rest in peace."
Frostedkit’s eyes widen in horror as Firekit crumples over the beetle with clumsy paws. “You... you killed him.” She squeaks, looking sadly at the remnants. “Why’d you do that for?” Her tiny face scrunches up with grief, and she pads over to Cinderkit and the beetle to pay her respects. “Sorry Mr. Beetle.” She states solemnly.
Oceankit shrugged. "Ask Miss Hysterical over there," he said, jerking his head towards Cinderkit, "although I don't think that crushing the beetle was the right move either, Firekit. Philosophically, I mean," he said, still not quite sure how to pronounce a big word like that.
"If you're gonna try and sound smart, Oceankit, at least do it right. We all know it's called philodendronsly," Firekit corrected sagely, sticking his nose into the air. "It's not like I did it on purpose anyway. That beetle walked under my paw! He was suicicle!"
"HE'S NOT SEWERSLIDAL," Cinderkit protested, for once turning on her beloved brother. "He wanted to live, and you killed him." Trying to steady herself, she stood, wiping away the tears that spilled down her cheeks. "We have to bury him. He deserves a proper funeral."
"Hmmm, none of those words sound quite right, but okay," Oceankit said. "What about a water burial? As, like, a symbol of how he died or something. We could just leave him in there and not have to do any more work."
Firekit fluffed up his fur to create himself a shield against Cinderkit's despair, but before he could retort something else insensitive, their brother chimed in. "Why do we even have to bury it? It was a bug," he grumbled. Oceankit's intervention did not curb the insensitivity after all.
"Stop it, you two!" Cinderkit chastised, moving the beetle over with a gentle paw. "And he didn't die in the water, so we should give him a real burial. Firekit, you go pick out a good spot. Please?" She turned her imploring amber eyes on her brother, before turning back to her other brother. "And Oceankit, we bury creatures and cats that we respect. And I respected this bug, so he gets a proper burial. So there."
His maw was open and primed to retort something diametrically opposite to Oceankit's sudden philosophy, but Cinderkit interrupted and turned her big, wide shimmering eyes on him and whatever snark Firekit had prepped fizzled out into steam he grumpily exhaled. "Fine, whatever, we can bury the dum---I mean, we can bury Mr. Beagle." Despite his reluctance, he did as he was asked, marching off to find the very best spot in all of camp to bury a bug that only Cinderkit seemed to care about.
