Babysitting? He frowned at the queen. Well ok... he could watch one kit... right... how hard could it be. He sat and waited for the kit out side the nursery. He had brought a piece of prey over for the small thing to chew on. He had this all planned. HE could talk to the little kit about prey and such. Though for today his mind was firmly ignoring his orders and thinking about the past. No not his past, far past... like where was the first cat from... how were there even cats. He lay down and his mind took him far away. What were starclan, before the first cat, was that first cat lonely... but how did more cats come if there was but one cat... even if there were twocats... how then did there become so many cats... Were they all..... related? He blinked. Like... that closely related. When bearkit came out he would find Foxfur upside down looking terribly distressed.
