KITS ARE SCARY!

PT: …Just a random story I thought up of one day. I don't think it's really funny, but it's going to the humor genre anyway. I'm better at writing angst.

Disclaimer: -Whistles- I'm watching FMA…

Summary: Back when Leafpool and Squirrelflight were kits, they curiously ask Firestar, "How are babies made?"

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"Father?"

Firestar paused on his way out of the nursery, and turned.

His daughters, Leafkit and Squirrelkit, were staring at him with wide eyes. Sandstorm, a little ways behind them, was keeping an eye on them.

"Father," Squirrelkit repeated, "how do you make kits?"

Silence.

"Father?" Leafkit mewed quietly.

"Err…" Firestar found that his tongue was suddenly heavy. It couldn't move. Spottedleaf's spirit might as well have weighed it down with all the pebbles of the RiverClan border.

"Father!" Squirrelkit bounded up to the flame-pelted tom in his sudden silence. "Can you talk?"

Firestar twitched. "Er... Where did you get that question…?"

"We heard Ferncloud yowling a moon ago," Leafkit explained. "She was in a bush with Dustpelt. She sounded really happy and like she was dying at the same time."

"Yeah!" Squirrelkit piped up. "When she moved into the nursery yesterday, we asked her about it" –Squirrelkit flicked her fluffy tail at the queen sleeping in the corner—"and she said that she was making kits with Dustpelt."

The two kits looked up at their father with imploring eyes. He twitched inside. Ferncloud actually said that…

"Can you really make kits?" Squirrelkit mewled excitedly. "Make them, like, out of moss or something?"

She gave her paws a curious glance.

"Am I made out of moss?" she added. "Why am I not falling apart?"

"Er…"

To his horror, Firestar could hear slight sniggering from a corner. Sandstorm.

And a whiff from the tunnel's entrance told him of Dustpelt's arrival. He probably came to visit Ferncloud, Firestar thought.

Now he flushed under his fur.

"Firestar?" Leafkit mewed curiously. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah!" Squirrelkit's voice was much louder than it was five seconds ago. It was within earshot of anyone outside the nursery. Including Dustpelt.

"Firestar!" Squirrelkit squealed; her patience was running thin. "Tell me and Leafkit how to make them! We want to! We're the only kits here! We want to make—"

"I think I just heard Brambleclaw outside!" Firestar meowed this very loudly. He automatically backed out of the nursery, twitching and scarred for life. "Bye!"

Those words were hardly out of his mouth before he was sprinting for his life across the camp.

"Firestar?" called a very confused Graystripe. "Why are you running?"

Dustpelt added, truly confused, "Are you on catnip?"

Firestar merely screeched, "KITS ARE SCARY!!" and ran into a bush.

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PT: Please review!