#next Fungi will hear her talk about food her dads gave her and he'll be like yeah the minnows are great right

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

Fungichomp entered the daycare, shocked to see every kitten behaving properly, some even taking naps! The nests had been cleaned, and there was none of the usual screaming.

He was about to ask what had caused this, but then he saw her.

Long, life-hard muscles stretched under a dappled fawn and cream coat, while nightmarish blue eyes with almost-red pupils held him captive.

“Bella May.” He gulped.

“What do I owe this pleasure to?”

The matriarch of the Wooden Teeth chuckled, grooming the nearest kit with a few strong licks.

“Thought I’d help out today. The little monsters need to learn manners at some point, yeah?”

He gulped. He knew every kit in the Dark Forest by heart. The kit Bella May was grooming was new to him. A tiny little tortoiseshell with oversized fangs and semi-familiar dappled legs.

“And, uh, who’s this?”

Bella May purred louder.

“Well y’ain’t gonna believe this, but my Lamb met someone! He just had his young’un, and I’m taking care of the little beastie.”

Fungichomp could feel his blood run cold. The last thing the forest needed was more of Myrtlewing’s kin. Least of all from the volatile Lamb, who, if rumors were to be believed, was even more cannibalistic than the rest of his immediate family.

Even so, it paid to be polite when dealing in the Dark Forest, so he did not in fact, wail his panic to the rest of the woods.

“What’s her name?” He leaned down, examining how the little mollie dozed on her grandmother’s forepaws.

“Gorse. Or Gorsekit if y’wanna be formal.”

“…Ok? Is she one of Web-“

The glare he got let him know, in no uncertain terms, how Bella May felt about that particular question.

“She kinda looks like Lamprey-“

Another glare had him backtracking as quickly as he could.

“Because of her legs! They’ve got dapples!”

“Hmph.” Bella-May nudged Gorsekit towards Fungichomp, and she toddled over on surprisingly steady little legs.

“Hallo.”

Her voice was tiny, barely a whisper.

“Gran-ma says that you’re… uh…” She turned to Bella-May, who merely licked one paw and shrugged.

Gorsekit turned back.

“Gran-ma says you’re a good cat. That true?”

Fungichomp gathered the little tortie into a nest, and groomed down her spiky fur the best he could.

“I like to think that I’m good.”

“That’s good t’know.” She yawned, and peeped open one almost yellow eye.

“If you weren’t good, I’d eat you.”

“Good to know?”

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