Funk would have touched his nose to each of their foreheads, but considering the living and breathing rat in his mouth, he didn't. So his tail tip would have to do as he booped them. "No, I haven't. I did take out it's front teeth so you guys could practice on it safely. So if Miracle finds out, tell her that first, okay." He was new at this whole 'fatherhood' thing, but he did is best and he loved how curious and adventure seeking his kits could be. He could bring them almost anything he found cool and they'd think it was cool and suck up all the knowledge he had. They were like little sponges, it was great. "He's playing dead. You commonly see possums do this technique but it's a good one for you to learn as we--EEEELLL." Normally, he would have put the rat down gently, well as gently as one could with a not dead rat. Instead, it flew out and tumbled a ways away as he hit the floor. In the whirlwind of confusion, he pushed up to get the mystery cat off of her when he heard that laugh. He hadn't heard it in moons, ages, and seeing the familiar glitter bengal face of his older sister, his confusion doubled. "Disco, what're you doing here?"

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Hayate-chan listened with rapturous attention, overly curious about how he managed to do that when he got tackled. Admittedly, the rat had her attention, and she was sure her dad could take care of whatever. The rat stood up and made for the exit, but she blocked him, quickly giving chase.

Jazz paused in the doorway as his sister tackled his brother. Far too over the top for his taste. “I suppose she misses the joy of family” Settling down just inside the doorway he watched the chaos that was his family ensure. A large black and white paw batted the rat back in the direction of the kits as it tried to escape. Personally he would have brought the kits a bird, that would have been more of a challenge and these kits were old enough. Jazz did not really get the whole kit verses kadet thing, he was in the belief that kits should learn from day one so they are prepared when the time comes.

It had been just under a moon since he had found them and while he was close there was just something off that he had yet to figure out. It didn’t help that Jazz had yet to find a loyal minion or two to do his bidding. He hated not having anyone owning him their life. It was so boring without making little deals under the table yet he was trying to behave for the moment. After all his brother was in charge and Jazz did not want to make him look bad just yet.

Reprise stopped at the doorway to the den, her whiskers twitching. It was nice to see her brother's family happy, playing peacefully. However, she hoped that he wouldn't enforce his poisoning ways upon his kits. She sighed, if only her siblings could be a little more... less insane?

She sat down next to her brother Jazz, nudging him in the side. "Speaking of family, I wonder what would happen if you had eight kits running about your feet?" The thought amused Reprise, she could almost imagine Jazz trying to look after kits. He'd probably treat them like his minions, more than his own kits.

It was funny, when the siblings had all lived together, she had never pictured Funk being a father, and she’d always thought she would be the first to have kits. But life never worked out the way you thought it would. At least they were happy, Reprise tried to remind herself.

"You'd think you'd be a little more happy to see your sister." Disco purred, her tail waving easily at Jazz and Reprise. Of course she had to come visit. Funk's name whispered on the breeze, alongside a title of Nemesis, something akin to leader of a savage group of cats. Well, she just couldn't miss it. At it seemed she'd showed up at the perfect time. She'd never have pegged her little brother for the type to have kits. In fact, she sort of scrunched her nose up at them in distaste. If there was one cat in the litter who was perhaps the least likely to end up with kits, it was probably Disco. She wouldn't be caught dead with children of her own.

Jazz listened to his sister's comments about kits, "Honestly I'm surprised I do not have any yet." There had been several flings and even one semi-long term relationship that he was surprised no she-cat had hunted him down for. So perhaps he could have children somewhere out there. Children could be fun, they liked to earn their father's approval by doing what he asked. Right? Jazz just brushed that off, he could figure out the little goblins once he had his own. "They do not seem too bad." He watched as they chased the terrorized rat around the room. So cute, already learning to be bloodthirsty killers.

"It is such a treat to have almost all of us back together again." Jazz looked over at his brother and two sisters. Funk and Reprise were okay, Disco irritated him sometimes. It was not her fault, even though it was her personality. He did not hate this though, it was nice to see Funk in charge because it previously had meant chaos in which Jazz could work. Reprise always tried to straighten them out and set them back on the right path. She meant well, he thought, even if she did not understand fun. Disco just seemed airy to him, almost out of it and never grabbing riches or power.

Reprise rolled her eyes at Jazz's comment. "It truly is amazing." She tried to picture Jazz looking after kittens, it was an interesting thought but who had expected Funk to have kits? Anything was possible in Primal Instinct, that was one thing Reprise was slowly finding out. Deep down, she still felt like an outsider. Her siblings seemed to fit in like peas in a pod, but Reprise felt others judged her so quickly. A kind hearted kittypet in a world of deceit and darkness? She knew what they would be thinking... She won't last long, some day something will either send her mad like the rest of us or she'll die in some horrible way.

She turned to her brother Funk, "I think Jazz has got kitten fever, better watch out." She joked half halfheartedly. It was meant to be funny of course, but in reality the joke was an attempt to hide her thoughts, that seemed to haunt her like a shadow.