when happiness is a loaded gun

Under the blanket of night, where Kite could see a bit better, the pair meandered to the site of the bonfire. Clenched lightly in his teeth was a bundle of fur scraps wrapped in straw, with one long tendril acting as a little handle for the boy. Their father's feline companion was trailing along behind them, keeping an eye on the duo. Already, he could see the halo of light from the massive bonfire ahead.

" 'm gonna make a kitty, m'be." he said quietly around the straw in his mouth. Glancing over to his sister, already showing that she was going to be a lot bigger than he was, even if she was gonna be lacking in the boy's particular variety of heftiness. "What're you gonna make?" he asked next, feinting to the side to lightly bump her shoulder affectionately.