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A Little Bundle of Fluff by LTSmiley

A Little Bundle of Fluff

LTSmiley

I don't really like this picture but I finished it to some form of a presentable form for the sake of posting it.

The quick run down? Pokeyoo holding a little kitten it found when they were rescuing survivors from one of the temporary arctic bases. (This is when it was quite a bit younger too by the way).
The random deviv behind it doesn't see the point in trying to save a, no doubt sick kitten, when there are more useful Qwuedeviv waiting to be treated. Garden Bandit (the other medic) is just trying to do its job while ol grump fluff in the back,Barracuda is heavily complaining about the insubordinate medic. They had been sent for some field training of some of the younger medics and were primarily under Garden Bandit's watch. BAD THINGS HAPPENED.

“What’s it doing? There are Qwuedeviv soldiers waiting for your help!” Barracuda snapped.

Garden Bandit had lost count of how many times it had made some sort of remark about their progress, and specifically, Pokeyoo’s current refusal to acknowledge Barracuda even existed. It was unbecoming of a medic and totally out of line, but that had rarely stopped the young ‘deviv—Garden Bandit had been witness to that far too many times.

“I’m working as fast as I can.” It muttered meekly.

“Then why not tell that furbrained medic to stop fussing over that stupid kitten and help?”

Garden Bandit’s ears twitched. “It won’t listen.”

It hadn’t listened the last handful of times that Barracuda had demanded it either. Nor did it respond to Bandit’s attempt at reasoning. Garden Bandit couldn’t blame it. Not after how Barracuda had dealt with the kitten’s sibling that it had felt was in the way.

“You’re its superior!” Barracuda snarled.

“Yes.” Garden Bandit agreed. “But I’ve already tried speaking with it. That’s Kriehexx’s apprentice, and Kriehexx has its paws full with—”

“I don’t care whose apprentice it is!” Barracuda’s fist came far too close to Garden Bandit’s face for its liking. “Tell it again! You medics have specific orders!”

Garden Bandit dipped its head, its floppy ear flapping slightly. “Yes Sir.”

With a sigh, it approached the white and orange medic. It may have been scarcely more than a kitten itself, but it had plenty stubbornness to make it just as challenging as confronting an equal.

“Pokeyoo. Barracuda wants you to leave the kitten and resume our orders. It is our superior and commander of this operation.”

The Qwuedeviv didn’t answer at first. Garden Bandit turned to walk back. As it did so, it caught the quiet mutterings of the disgruntled young medic.

“I’m not going to repeat that.” Garden Bandit replied and with a swish of its three tails returned to Barracuda who was waiting expectantly. It gave a subtle shake of its head.

“What?” Barracuda’s fluffy tail lashed angrily. “Insubordination! If my units were ever to muse such follies—”

“What do you want me to do? Shoot it?” Garden Bandit meowed frustrated. “All this is doing is wasting time we could be using to help the others. If you want to report it, by all means go ahead, but with all due respect, Sir, a distracted medic is more use to you than a dead medic.”

Barracuda hissed, letting its glare rest on the medic that was holding the small kitten then called to one of its nearby units, turning in haste.

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    The kitten can become a mascot. It'll improve morale!