Accidental Cultivator
Chapter 8
Kittens just want to have fun
It was very early in the morning. The sun was just starting to appear on the horizon, bathing the sky with red rays and turning the grey clouds a delicate rose pink. No sign of habitation could be seen. There were numerous dwellings but they merged seamlessly with nature. Only the occasional spotted cat could be seen frolicking amongst the flowers and trees, chasing butterflies and small reptiles. These were the kittens and young cubs of the Ghost Cats.
In one of the dwellings, a few meows of protest rose from the bedding beside the birthing bed. Six kittens with fur mottled with black spots on a green background were resting after having been birthed. They didn't appreciate being expelled from their warm mother’s womb and were whimpering and meowing.
Their mother was straining to give birth to her seventh child. He was being most stubborn. Suddenly, a sharp spike of pain shot through her lower abdomen, the little mugwump had sunk his claws into her insides! “That’s it!” she thought. “No more nice Mom!” she thought. She used her telekinesis to extract the stubborn kitten’s claws from her insides and pushed strongly with her stomach muscles. The kitten was ejected at high speed and flew straight at the kitten’s father who was at that moment turning back from the bedding full of fur babies.
Splat! The kitten landed right in his eye. An outburst of strong emotions was broadcast from the father to the surrounding forest - a mixture of anger, discomfort, and pride. All the kittens were high in abilities, especially this last kitten. This final kitten emitted multiple strands of power. The father was about to seal the kitten’s power for safety when the kitten disappeared. “The little bugger is going to be trouble. I think we should name him, Eyesore,” he said telepathically whilst wiping the birth fluids from his eye and face.
“Razorclaw would be more apt,” his mother grumbled telepathically. “Ouch that hurt… and heal me already!”
The father paced over and gently rested his paw on her stomach. Healing energies flowed into the stretched muscles. The after-birth swiftly detached. In minutes everything was healed. This was because he was the strongest healer to be known in many years.
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“I suppose I should find the talented little rapscallion. He can't have teleported too far,” the father half complained and half expressed admiration for the scamp. “Will you be okay with the rest of the litter?”
“I'll be fine. For now, they will mostly sleep. I don't know where Razorclaw got all his energy from.”
And so Razorclaw was named. A source of pride for him and it was also very embarrassing! Though the name, Eyesore did get used occasionally, well more than occasionally.
Razorclaw’s father was named, Floating Cloud but everyone simply called him, Healer. Razorclaw’s mother was called, Morning Mist. She was attracted to his name initially then grew to appreciate his qualities. She hunted for their food and defended their lair-house, whilst Healer did all the work such as building and repairs, cleaning and the like.
Now that they had kittens, Healer would be extra busy feeding them milk and keeping them from getting hurt. He would start lactating now that the kittens were born. Morning Mist didn't envy him, especially feeding Razorclaw!
Later on, when they were older, Healer would teach them how to use their energy talents, whilst Morning Mist would be responsible for teaching them to hunt.
Healer teleported to the top of their Lair-house. It was built around several trees. Ancestral customs and instincts still held sway after millennia.
Looking around at the verdant green mountains, Healer first scanned for danger, especially for airborne danger. Spying a small object floating with the gentle breeze a few kilometres away, he narrowed his eyes and extended his senses to identify what it was. It was Razerclaw! “How did he get so far away? Did he do multiple teleports or a single jump? Either way, he is not ordinary. And now he is flying; in the direction of the Sun Hornets…”
Teleporting instantly to his son, he attempted to grasp him, only to find himself grasping empty air. Somehow Razorclaw still had the energy to teleport twenty metres away. Thus began a chase, or as Razorclaw thought, a game of catch me if you can.
Combining teleporting and rapid dashes of flying, leaping from tree limb to tree limb, Razorclaw successfully avoided being ‘caught’. Just as his father was starting to get frustrated, Razorclaw let himself be caught. He was running low on energy.
Healer looked at his son in astonishment. “How did he have such a large reservoir of energy?”
A buzzing sound pierced the background noise of the forest. “Uh?”
Zap!
Healer was roused from examining his son by the sound and the sudden sharp pain on his ear caused by an angry Sun Hornet. They had strayed into the hive’s territory.
Dodging the follow-up sting, he sent healing energy to his burnt ear. He teleported back home, cussing his son upon arrival. “Little Buzznut, the sooner you learn telepathy the better!”
A vague questioning thought appeared in Healer’s mind.
“What? You can already transmit thoughts?”
Rushing inside, he said to Morning Mist, “He can use telepathy! At birth!”
Morning Mist opened her eyes and looked at the father-son pair. She had been dozing. The litter of kittens were her first and giving birth had tired her. “Hadn’t you best seal his powers?”
Pop!
Razorclaw had disappeared again!
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