The she-cat was undeniably surprised by the kit choosing to snuggle up to her, but didn't make any moves to push her away. Instead, she tucked her in closer against her so she'd be warm, Larchleap's fluffy tail curling around the she-kit.
"Okay. Well, long time ago, there was a fierce clan called, Swanclan. They lived near a river in a rich forest far away from any nasty twolegs. And in that clan was a little apprentice named, Briarpaw." She took a quick second to think of where to go next with the story.
"Um, Briarpaw was a sweet she-kit with bright blue eyes, just like you. And she had three brothers, Goosepaw, Frogpaw, and Duckpaw. But an evil medicine cat with the powers of the Dark Forest decided to cast a curse on her brother, turning them into their name sakes. Goosepaw became a Goose. Frogpaw became a Frog. And Duckpaw, a Duck." The warrior took on a more sinister tone for the bit. "The evil cat said, only if you don't talk to any cat for six moons, your brothers will turn back into their original forms. Mwahaha."
Larchleap took a break to check if Dewkit wasn't too afraid or already asleep. It had been a while since she'd had to tell stories, her siblings were usually happy with a rough tumble play before bed.