Baykit was playing with a mossball at twilight, or he was trying too. He kicked it weakly and used all his power to jump after it, though the herbs wore off, his joints really hurt, and they were hard to bend. He just wanted to be a great warrior like his papa. He landed awkwardly on his paws from jumping from a weird position, and crumbled to the floor. Small buds of tears formed in his eyes. He'd never be like Beeflight. Normally he'd be optimistic, but he'd been trying to play like a normal kit since he could stand. He figured that if he couldn't play, he couldn't hunt of fight normally. Maybe he just had to increase his dosage of herbs. Smokestorm was limping back into camp when he spotted Baykit. "Hey buddy, whats wrong?" he asked, limping over to him. "I'll never be like papa." He whispered, mostly to himself, but to the other cat as well. He knew it was Smokestorm and he was glad it was. He was growing to like the tom. "Papa is strong." He mewled. He actually didn't know what Beeflight was like outside of camp, but he knew that he had to be good because he was the deputy. "Baykit, you do realize that your the strongest kit in that whole den, right?" he asked. "A-am?" He sniffled, lifting his head and meeting Smokestorm's eyes. He just needed some words or encouragement, so this was working. He nodded. Normally, he wasn't very good at this kind of thing, but in his head, this was just logic. "None of the other kits have to deal with what your dealing with. They don't have pains everytime they move. Everything comes easy to them, but you, you have to work for it. You wake up every morning and instead of giving up, you keep on going. You push yourself, and you stay active. All the other kits will never be as strong as you will, though they might seem faster, and more energized, you'll always be the strongest, and the bravest of all of them, no matter what any cat may tell you" he promised, looking down at the fluffy kit, not feeling bad for him, but feeling proud, knowing that he would be a great cat when he grew up. He chuckled shakily, still crying, and stood slowly. Baykit fell forward and gave Smokestorm a cat hug, pressing his head against the tom's leg as his chest heaved with a small cry. "Strong!" He squeaked. He was strong, just like all the other warriors! The tomkit ignored the pain, elated that Smokestorm thought of him so highly. Baykit is mine Smokestorm is owned by Bay's design is by Smoke's is by Song is cigarette daydreams by cage the elephant This scene is adorable. I love their relationship so, so, so much!
