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"Dad, where are we going?" squeaked the little brown and red kitten riding on top of Bumblebee's head. The little kit began to playfully bat at his father's golden ear with one furry paw. "Are we going to the Twolegplace?"
"The Twolegplace? Why in StarClan's name would we be going to the Twolegplace?" Bumblebee meowed, letting out an affectionate purr. "And stop that! My ear's not a ball of moss!"
"Well, you and mom sure do talk about it alot." Bumblebee's son replied, still batting at his father's twitching ear. "So where are we going?"
Bumblebee continued to pad through the grassy moor, purposely ignoring his son's question.
The kit let out a pitiful whine. "Daaaaaaaaaadddddd, tell me!" He crawled forward until his large, adorable eyes were gazing into his fathers. "I promise I won't tell Cheetor, mom, or Minibee!"
Bumblebee chuckled and tossed back his golden head, sending his son sliding back away from his face.
"Fine, if you must know, I'm taking you to meet someone. Your mother already took Minibee, so I decided to take you myself."
His son let out a high-pitched meow of excitement and quickly chambered up Bumblebee's neck and back onto his head. "Who is it?"
"Someone very important to both your mother and me." Was all Bumblebee said.
"Is it Uncle Bulkhead in RiverClan?" the kit guessed.
"No."
"Uncle Optimus?"
"No."
"Jazz?"
"No."
"Ratchet?"
"No."
"....Is it that garbage-digging cat from the Twolegplace that you said annoyed RAtchet a really, really lot?"
"Great StarClan no! Do you really think that I would travel all the way to the Twolegplace just so that you can meet Wreck-Gar, a cat that eats, sleeps, and lives in garbage?!"
"YES! He sounds really cool!" Came his son's instant answer.
Bumblebee shook his head, trying not to let out a purr of amusement. "No, son, this is someone you or your sister have never met before."
His son let out an annoyed sigh. "Who is he then? Where are we going to see him?"
Bumblebee suddenly came to a halt and sat down in the middle of the grassy plain; he tilted his head up and stared up at the starry skies.
"Up there." answered Bee with a hint of sadness in his voice. The little kit copied his father's actions and stared up at the night sky where thousands of stars twinkled down at them.
"He's in StarClan?" The kit asked, blinking in confusion. His father nodded.
"Yes, he was one of the bravest cats to ever walk this forest or probably the entire world." Bumblebee explained, his mind lost in past memories. "He was a good friend of both Sari and I and I've learned more from him than any other cat." His voice grew heavy with sadness as he continued. "He...He sacrificed himself to save Optimus as well as the rest of us chosen cats. All of Clans honor him for it."
The WindClan warrior lifted his tail and pointed up to one particular star. "See that? That's him. He's the brightest star in the entire sky."
As the kit gazed at the shining orb with wonder, he asked one last question.
"What was his name?" Prowler asked his father.
Bumblebee's blue gaze reflected the star's soft glow as he replied in a voice flowing with love and pride.
"His name was Prowl."
"The Twolegplace? Why in StarClan's name would we be going to the Twolegplace?" Bumblebee meowed, letting out an affectionate purr. "And stop that! My ear's not a ball of moss!"
"Well, you and mom sure do talk about it alot." Bumblebee's son replied, still batting at his father's twitching ear. "So where are we going?"
Bumblebee continued to pad through the grassy moor, purposely ignoring his son's question.
The kit let out a pitiful whine. "Daaaaaaaaaadddddd, tell me!" He crawled forward until his large, adorable eyes were gazing into his fathers. "I promise I won't tell Cheetor, mom, or Minibee!"
Bumblebee chuckled and tossed back his golden head, sending his son sliding back away from his face.
"Fine, if you must know, I'm taking you to meet someone. Your mother already took Minibee, so I decided to take you myself."
His son let out a high-pitched meow of excitement and quickly chambered up Bumblebee's neck and back onto his head. "Who is it?"
"Someone very important to both your mother and me." Was all Bumblebee said.
"Is it Uncle Bulkhead in RiverClan?" the kit guessed.
"No."
"Uncle Optimus?"
"No."
"Jazz?"
"No."
"Ratchet?"
"No."
"....Is it that garbage-digging cat from the Twolegplace that you said annoyed RAtchet a really, really lot?"
"Great StarClan no! Do you really think that I would travel all the way to the Twolegplace just so that you can meet Wreck-Gar, a cat that eats, sleeps, and lives in garbage?!"
"YES! He sounds really cool!" Came his son's instant answer.
Bumblebee shook his head, trying not to let out a purr of amusement. "No, son, this is someone you or your sister have never met before."
His son let out an annoyed sigh. "Who is he then? Where are we going to see him?"
Bumblebee suddenly came to a halt and sat down in the middle of the grassy plain; he tilted his head up and stared up at the starry skies.
"Up there." answered Bee with a hint of sadness in his voice. The little kit copied his father's actions and stared up at the night sky where thousands of stars twinkled down at them.
"He's in StarClan?" The kit asked, blinking in confusion. His father nodded.
"Yes, he was one of the bravest cats to ever walk this forest or probably the entire world." Bumblebee explained, his mind lost in past memories. "He was a good friend of both Sari and I and I've learned more from him than any other cat." His voice grew heavy with sadness as he continued. "He...He sacrificed himself to save Optimus as well as the rest of us chosen cats. All of Clans honor him for it."
The WindClan warrior lifted his tail and pointed up to one particular star. "See that? That's him. He's the brightest star in the entire sky."
As the kit gazed at the shining orb with wonder, he asked one last question.
"What was his name?" Prowler asked his father.
Bumblebee's blue gaze reflected the star's soft glow as he replied in a voice flowing with love and pride.
"His name was Prowl."
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