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"Childhood Drawings"
Keith felt like growling. He prided himself on being orderly with papers and such. If he wasn't able to keep his life neat and orderly, he was damn sure he was going to exert it onto other aspects of his life. When he was expelled from the Garrison, it took him a month to get his father's shack to the state he wanted it in.
He was currently in his father's shack, looking for some papers. In the grand scheme of things, they were unimportant, but he wanted to find them. He remembered a couple of drawings he did as a kid. He knew his father didn't throw them out, and he was pretty sure his Dad had hung them up in the shack. A thought hit him, making him growl. The Garrison might have searched his shack and taken things, even though he couldn't think of any reason why.
"Kit, are you okay?"
Keith's head shot up at the sound of Krolia's voice, and he stopped growling. "Mom?"
Krolia came over and nuzzled Keith's head, causing him to start purring. "What's the matter, my kit?"
"I can't find something I know was here before I left for space. I'm worried that someone took it."
"What was it?"
"A couple of drawings I did back when Dad was still alive."
"Would you like some help?"
Keith nuzzled his mom's head and purred in response. It was nice to not have to respond verbally. Krolia smiled and rumbled to her kit. She wasn't sure how much help she would be, but she could help keep him calm while they looked for the drawings.
"I've looked everywhere I could think of. I just don't know where else to look."
"Did you look in your Dad's room?"
"Not much but some."
"Did you check the drawer under the bed?"
"What drawer?"
Krolia led her kit into her late mate's room. She knelt down and moved the mattress away from the headboard. She reached behind the headboard and grabbed a key that was taped to the handmade piece. She then unlocked the hidden compartment in the box springs, and the drawer popped open. There were a couple folders and a few loose pictures. Krolia put the key in her pocket and scooped up the pictures, which were of her and baby Keith.
Keith bent down and pulled the folders out, settling on the floor with the folders balanced on one knee. The first folder just had important, legal documents. He laid it aside. He opened the second folder, and his breath caught in his throat. Here were the pictures he had been looking for!
He carefully slid one of the drawings out of the folder's pocket. It was very clearly done in crayon, but it didn't look like a child's drawing otherwise. It was five different colored lionesses laying side by side in a field of grass. Keith hadn't known back then why he had drawn five differently colored lionesses, but now, he realized that the Blue Lion had been communicating with him his entire life, and she was the one giving him information that inspired his early art.
The second picture was also done in crayon. This one was of a red lioness with a black background dotted with white. It was apparently supposed to represent the Red Lion flying through space.
Krolia looked over at her kit to see him looking at a couple of pictures with a smile on his face. She could tell he found what he had been looking for as he just started purring, though she doubted he realized it. She didn't know why he had been determined to find the drawings, but she was glad that he did.
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