It was months after their birth that they started to develop. Then they were old enough to voice their opinions what they wanted to do when they grew older. Her and Ubi were both in the alignment of fighters. Blood stained paws. They ached for the adventure and fights were that of adrenaline junkie status. So naturally she would think the kids would have just as much fight in them. This- was not the case. This was NOT what she had imagened. So she spoke to her first born whom seemed to be the 'leader' of the little groupe. "So what's this I hear about you boys joining the entertainers."
"Because we're the best." His smile was so beautiful, against his white pelt. Very different from the rest of his siblings and the one that looked most like his mother. Oh, and did one mention, the first born AND the smallest one of the litter? His bright eyes looked up at her with soaking want. "We make others happy, beyond that could imagen. We love their smiles. What's so bad about that? I mean- you know I can kick butt too." He laughed and went up to his mother, rubbing against her leg and cuddled between her forepaws as she went to lay in the centre forest with him.
"You know- others would LOVE to have you all in their lives. As fighters. WHY. Why entertainers. I don't think I even have any entertainers in the family. You, are the only ones."
"Well then that is what makes us different, mother." Grabbing her face and pulling it up close to him. Giving her his signature 'kitten' face. "It's what makes us... us."
"Yea yea." As she rubbed her snout against his face. "You all at least better train as fighters sometimes. I want my children to know how to defend themselves. If your father and me ever go.. I want to make sure-"
"That we could take care of ourselves. Yes mother. We know."
"You know. Your sister is planning on being a fighter."
"WHAT!?"
