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"Irreversible"
Krolia was sitting beside a bed in the infirmary with her head in her hands. How could that mission have gone so horribly? Her son, her kit had run into a toxic liquid that reverted him to a little kit. He was about four in human years and didn't remember anything. He did remember his pack members though. He had clung onto consciousness until after he saw all of his pack. He had said each of their names before passing out. Ulaz had taken him to the infirmary and ran tests on him. He relayed the diagnosis that there was nothing they could do to reverse their kit's condition. He just had to grow up like he had done before, but this time, Keith would grow up with the Blade as a member of a pack with a mother who loved him.
"Mama?"
Krolia turned to look at her now awake kit. "Yes, Keith. I'm here."
Keith let out a whine and held his arms up. Krolia swept him up into her arms and nuzzled him. "Don't leave again, Mama."
"Don't worry, kit. I'll never leave you again."
Keith nuzzled his mom back and gripped her tightly as if to make sure she didn't disappear. Krolia smiled at her kit's actions and purred to him, allowing him to calm down a little. He laid his head on her shoulder, his face almost buried in her hair, her scent placating him. His eyes were starting to slide closed until someone entered the room. Keith's eyes popped open, when the Blade started talking.
"How's Keith, Kro-" Thace was cut off by the little whimper that escaped the little kit in Krolia's arms.
Krolia hissed at Thace. "Do be quieter, Thace. Keith is still tired. I don't care how close of a sibling bond we have, if you disturb my kit again, Kolivan is going to be down a Blade."
Thace took a step back. It wasn't his intention to disturb the kit. He was very close to Keith, but he knew kits preferred their biological parents over other relatives in terms of comfort. Right now, Keith was just a little kit who needed his mom.
Krolia stroked her kit's back. "Shh, Keith. It's okay. Mama's here. Go back to sleep, kit."
Keith's eyes slid closed as he snuggled against his mom's neck. He fell back asleep, giving soft purrs as he breathed in his mom's scent. Krolia smiled again. It didn't bother her as much that her kit was stuck being a little kit again. He would grow back up knowing his heritage and with both a pack and a mother.
Fin