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Uncle. He can't talk.
I have two nephews I worry about and have promised to give hugs to.
Great-grandparent... They looks funny.
"Right back at ya." Great-grandson through her grandson, Sturgeontail.
Da! That's my Da!
That's my son! Baby boy. Baby. He's the kind of kid you shouldn't take your eyes off of, but I mean, who would want to when he's so adorable? He's more clever than the other one, it's neat watching their personalities develop.
This is my bro. As you can see, we share mustaches and beards. Sadly, we do not share the same number of brain cells.
Brooooo!!! Look at all these sticks I found! Dad says I'm gonna poke an eye out! Which one do ya think it's gonna be? Yellow... or blue? My blue, or your blue? Only one way to find out! Here's a hint: I'm gonna win!
Dad's twin. Looks like Grandpa.
Nephew! Lookit da widdle baby! Awh, sometimes I wish I were h'in AntlerClan so dat I could play wit de little b'ys more offen. Dey don't mind us CoveClan family members visitin, but we all got our duties t'do n shit. Duties suck!
My Aunt.
Apprentice and nephew. It's a really delicate balance mentoring him because he wants to be treated a very specific way. My natural inclination is to baby him because he's my nephew, and my ambition makes it hard to not do the opposite and overwork him. Maybe it will even out?
Grandpa Tooth. He looks like a gremlin dunked into tar by a fox.
Grandson. No aspect of my appearance has been passed down to this one. Those two are some of the busiest kits I've ever seen, which is a stark contrast to their burnt-out parents. Thankfully, we are all willing to watch them.
Grandma. We share eyes!
Grandson. 'E looks kind of like me dad, like 'is dad does, I suppose. It's de mustache. 'E's a quiet fellow, but not much less rambunctious dan de other. I'm tellin ya though, dese two're gonna be de best warriors y'ever seen.
Great-grandmother. Looks like grandpa.
Great-grandson. Ohhhhhh, look at you!!! Baby!!! I'm glad Sturgeon's keeping his family together, I was beginning to think there was a curse on the bloodline or something. Different mistakes were made this time. How refreshing!
Grandpa! He's fluffy!
I'm a grandpa!! Look at his little mustache!! Just like his dad.
Great-grandpa! Big floof!
Step-great-grandson. He is so sweet and I bet he will grow into being a fine warrior. I do hope that despite the attention his brother gets, he will feel loved too.
... Uncle Yagrr?
My friends' kid. I like that I've yet to see this one in critical condition, I've had enough stress. Shearwaterskip nursed Gullpaw along with her two boys, which I am so grateful for, so I think Gull sees them as little brothers, in a way.
Blep.
Family friend, younger brother figure. He was a very soft baby. Now I am not calling him a baby anymore. He is still soft.
ANCESTOR! The founders flow THROUGH OUR VEINS!
Kin. Hm. Oh flowers, it looks like there's only one prophecy, and two brothers, not to mention the other kits in the den... hopefully they aren't under the impression that life is fair, or that you should... correct life's unfairness to your favor by force.
ANCESTOR! The founders flow THROUGH OUR VEINS!
Kin. You're going to have to make a choice on whether or not you're going to be a cool guy in this story. You can either be cool or lame and it all comes down to whether or not you know how to be the choice you want to be.
ANCESTOR! The founders flow THROUGH OUR VEINS!
Descendant. Kits are small. Cats are too small. I think we'd have been better off if we were bigger. I'd like it if we could hunt moose. They aren't supposed to be here, you know. There were cats alive who remembered when there were none at all, in my day.