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"Oceankit?" Crow's voice was a whisper as he poked his head into the nursery. Though he tended to sleep there with Orchiddrop and the kits, each morning he would gently extract himself from the cluster to handle patrols, but with nothing else to do after that, he decided it was as good a time as any to spend some one-on-one father-son time.
"Mmmrrpph.....yeah?" Oceankit murmured, still half-asleep. He had just been dreaming about SummerClan camp getting invaded by aliens, and he very much hoped that wasn't the reason why his father had woken him up. "Wha's happening...?" he asked, standing up on unsteady paws and trying not to step on his siblings in the process.
Cosmically, or comically, the stars aligned in such a way that aliens were invading the camp. Big, ugly aliens crafted out of whatever resources Crow had on paw that day and he was eager to see how excited Oceankit was when he told them about his plan. "We have to save SummerClan!" He chirped merrily.
"We need to kill all the aliens!" Crow led his son out of camp and emphatically waved his tail at their enemies, ushering Oceankit forward into the smack center of all his 'foes.'
"Um, sure, okay!" Oceankit mewed, a little uncertain. He stared at the aliens, who in turn stared back at him. "...Are you going to tell me how to do that, or is this supposed to be, like, character development for me?"
"Well, aliens are notoriously weak to eggs, so that's what these are for." He indicated the slew of eggs that had been there the whole time, patiently waiting to be thrown and cracked open.
Oceankit blinked. He hadn't known that, or even noticed the eggs, but if his dad said it then it must've been true! "TAKE THIS, ALIENS!" he said in the most heroic voice he could muster--which was still a little lame--and threw an egg at one of the aliens. Both the egg and the alien exploded in a flash of rainbow glitter upon contact. "Oh gosh, did I kill it? Do I look like that on the inside too?!"
"Um." Was it worse to lie and say yes or to say no and have to explain that, under his three layers of skin, Oceankit's circulatory system funneled red and white bloods cells through arteries, capillaries, to and through organs, and that didn't even begin to expand on the digestive system, muscular system, nervous system, or---god forbid---the reproductive system? Crow pasted a feeble smile on his face. "Yes, that's absolutely what you look like on the inside, son. But if you get scratched by something, your whole body will spontaneously explode," he added, thinking that might prevent his son from experimenting and uncovering the truth. There was no way it could backfire. "Here, throw some more eggs!"
Oceankit was dealing with his newfound existential terror at being filled with glitter. I must remember to never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever let anything scratch me, he thought, and then threw another egg at one of the aliens. This time, the alien exploded into a disgusting mess of bone, fur, and viscera. "Dad, what did I do wrong that time?!"
Oceankit shrugged. "Oh. Okay! I guess the evil ones deserve to die then!" he said, then internalised that message forever. His dad was so smart. He threw a few more eggs until all the aliens had been defeated. Guts and glitter floated gently to the ground like a grotesque piñata. "Dad, we did it! We stopped the aliens! ...What were we stopping them from doing, again?"
