Two fluffs made of trouble

Arcturus of course disagreed that he wasn't big enough to hunt down a deer, but he'd never talk back to his mother. He certainly knew better than that. Her toes on his side made him giggle and squirm away, laughing and grinning brightly as he nodded with understanding to her warning that he shouldn't hunt something that could squish him till he had more practice. He was going to do lots and lots of practice so that he could hunt down really big stuff like his mother and be the best hunter ever - maybe even better than her one day! Just maybe though, it was hard to imagine anyone being more skilled and awesome than his mother.

He looked back at Satira as their mom called her over to come have her breakfast too just as he was finishing up his. He waited not so patiently for her to finish, occupying the time he had to spend waiting by practicing his hunting crouch and "sneaking" up on his mom's tail, hopping forward to "catch" it over and over again. He better start practicing now if he was going to get good enough to hunt something really big that could squish him, right? He kept glancing toward Satira while she ate, silently willing her to eat faster so they could go outside finally!

"Arcturus Fatalis"