As Bright As Light Can Be[C]

Sootstorm sometimes worried about Fidgetkit. The tom was unsually meek for such a chaotic litter, and sometimes the deputy would spot his son excluded from the games. Whether that was by choice or something that was forced upon him, it was never a good thing. One quick glance at the kit confirmed that his health was still fine, but that only made Sootstorm worry more. His son wasn't lonely, was he? Maybe it was just the journey impacted such a young kit. He'd pick a shrew from the fresh-kill pile and approached Fidgetkit slowly, setting the fresh-kill at his son's paws and settling down next to him. "How's everything?" He prompted as he began grooming the tabby.

Sootstorm held back a purr at his son's bizarre questions. They really did come from anything and everything. But now that he was thinking about it, he had caught on multiple occassions Shrews that lived so densly in groups that it may as well have been a Clan. It made his insides squirm with guilt a little at the thought at the shrew that lay at his paws now may have once had a family of it's own, but ultimately decided that even if it did, his would always come before a random shrew's family. "Maybe they do. Maybe they don't. Maybe there's some Shrew Clans, and there's some Shrew Loners. Who knows?" Sootstorm answered at last, before pushing the shrew towards Fidgetkit a little more.

"And Mama's right. I'm sure your mentor will teach you lots of stuff," Sootstorm purred, booping his son gently on the nose. Fidgetkit was quite large for a kit his age, seeming to have gotten an early growth spurt, but still he had all these unusual questions. The tom knew that not all of his clanmates would find his son's kit-like curiousity as endearing as he did, and though he hated the idea of extinguishing Fidgetkit's curiousity, it had to be done eventually. "Fidgetkit, how important are these questions of yours?" He asked, trying to break into it as gently as he could.