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"Like Mother, Like Kit"
Keith and Krolia were in one of the training halls doing a combination tai chi and sword warmups with their eyes closed. Keith had introduced it to his Mom once in the short time they had become reacquainted, and she adored the different ways the warmup tested their senses. Both of them knew they weren't supposed to be in the training hall, but neither one could stand being idle for long.
It wasn't too much longer before Thace entered the training hall. He had suspected that both mother and kit were in there. It was just after the midday meal, meaning Keith should have been resting, and Krolia was still on leave due to her just returning from her long term, undercover mission. He sighed as he with drew his data pad in order to message the rest of the pack to join him.
The moment his pack members joined him, they noticed the issue. Kolivan resisted the urge to growl, but Antok didn't resist the urge. He had been consistently pulling the kit out of the training hall, and he didn't need his efforts undermined by the actions of the kit's mom. The largest Blade locked eyes with Thace, nodding.
Antok and Thace picked up Krolia and Keith, respectively, and carted them off to the nest as neither one should have been in the training hall. Keith shifted and whined as he tried to get Thace to put him down. Thace jostled him and growled in warning. Keith quieted down and looked over at his Mom, who was thrown over Antok's shoulder. Krolia knew it was futile to fight against the largest member of her pack, so she just laid over his shoulder like a chastised kit.
Both were deposited in the nest next to each other. Thace stared at the both of them, fighting the urge to give in to them. He was silent for a few ticks, trying to figure out why and came to the conclusion that is was the cheek stripes both had. Kolivan knew Thace was having issues scolding them and stepped up to the nest himself. He frowned at the two of them. "You both shouldn't have been in the training hall."
"I know that, Kolivan, but you know I can't stand being idle for too long," Krolia stated.
"And I thought moving slow was okay," Keith added. At Kolivan's stern expression, he dropped his gaze. "And I know I'm not supposed to be in there that soon."
Krolia reached out and stroked her kit's hair. "You're okay, kit."
Keith tucked himself under his Mom's chin, whimpering slightly. She rumbled to him, pinning a glare on Kolivan for distressing her kit. Kolivan sighed and stepped into the nest, settling next to Keith. He reached out and rubbed his back. "You're okay, kit. You just need to follow our rules."
Keith stopped whimpering and a soft purr was heard, signaling that the kit had fallen asleep. Krolia smiled at her kit and laid her head on top of his, her eyes sliding closed as well. Kolivan rumbled to her. "Get some rest, Krolia. You need it just as much as your kit does."
Krolia let her eyes stay closed as she fell asleep, curled around her kit. The rest of the pack breathed a sigh of relief. Sometimes, Keith and Krolia acted so alike, it was like they were the same being.
Fin