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"Are you sure... they're Altairs?" Skeptical blue eyes peered towards Avalon in particular, the little striking kit looking an awful lot like Hansel himself, or his sister Gretel.
"I think I know who the father of my kits is." Morgana responded dryly as she raised a brow and pinned him with her own sharp eyes. Daring him to make a scene, to call her bluff. She would get great amusement in the outcome. She was amazed by his daring in coming to the shamans den to question her litters parentage already, had never thought he would dare. Not when it could mean going against the shamans word. When Morgana could potentially cause a lot of grief for him.
"I think you know who you will say the father of your kits is." Hansel gritted out, narrowing his eyes and his tail lashing as he took a step froward. To do what he didn't know, just frustrated by the situation. By knowing his sister Gretel was right in telling him there wasn't much he could do if Morgana was going to stick to her guns in claiming the kits as a product of herself and Altair. As he opened his jaws to say something spiteful, to get the last word. The sounds of another cat pushing inside the shamans den stopped him. Turning to look over his shoulder and see who walked in. But the self satisfied smirk that appeared on Morgana's features gave him enough of a hint.
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POSTEDApr 4, 2019 21:05:11 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
"Honey, I'm home," meowed the Egyptian Mau as he entered the den. Since the kitten's were born, he had been slightly on edge, because, well, you didn't have to have eyes that worked very well at all to notice what was wrong with the litter that he was claiming fatherhood to. Yet, the only cat to notice this tension, he was incredible at hiding such emotion, was Morgana herself. No one else could guess his own doubts to his mate's fidelity.
"Hmm, I didn't know you were expecting visitors, and visitors that seem so uppity." He let out a chuckle, before padding over to Morgana. He offered her an affectionate nudge, before looking to the other tom. There was a part of Altaire that was insistent that he wanted to kill the tom right then and there. After all, he was the one that looked more like the kittens than Altaire himself did. That meant that Hansel decided to take something that was the Devil's. He had decided to take something from the King. The king had a tendency not to like such actions.
"Hansel, is it?" he asked, tone as debonair as always. "I hope that I haven't interrupted on something important."
