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Enablement, Entitlement [🦋]

In the heart of the lush sun-glazed meadows, where the sun wove its ethereal golden light through the treetops and the scent of blooming wildflowers filled the air, two cats within the ranks of the Storm Clade were notorious for their unyielding indulgence.

Carpwhistle, a stately tom with a coat like polished silver, and his partner, Sparrowbright, a sandy she-cat whose eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint, were known less for their parenting skills and more for their long-suffering reactions to their wildly entitled kits—Ospreypaw and Coconutpaw.

Ospreypaw, a stocky tom with a swagger that could rival a rogue, prided himself on his ability to exploit the weaknesses of others. Coconutpaw, a lithe she-cat with a penchant for mischief and charm, wielded her cuteness like a deadly weapon.

Together, they were a force of chaos, their pranks and rebellious antics sending ripples of frustration through the clans. From the moment they opened their eyes as some of the youngest members of the clan, mischief became a second language to them.

Ospreypaw and Coconutpaw delighted in the chaos they wrought: sneaking into the elder's den to overturn moss beds, raiding the fresh-kill pile for the juiciest morsels, and escaping their mentors to explore forbidden territories.

The elders clucked their tongues, and the warriors sighed, but Carpwhistle and Sparrowbright merely shrugged off the growing discontent.

While other families took pride in raising their young with patience and discipline, Carpwhistle and Sparrowbright were not like others, and not in a good way at all.

They watched with gleaming eyes as their kits scaled trees, stole fish from their neighbors, and disrupted gatherings, all under the guise of youthful mischief, never once stepping up to discipline them or get them to settle down for even a moment.

Each time an elder or warrior attempted to scold their progeny, Carpwhistle and Sparrowbright would raise a chorus of justifications and defensive protests, vehemently defending their kits with fervour.

"They're just expressing themselves!" Carpwhistle would exclaim. Sparrowbright would then nod and add, "You were young once too; let them play!"

Even as Ospreypaw and Coconutpaw's antics escalated—throwing maple leaves into warriors' dens and knocking over prey piles—Carpwhistle and Sparrowbright stood unwavering, enabling their children's every shenanigan while poorly disguising their ignorant glee.

"Kids will be kids," Carpwhistle would joke, his gleaming eyes reflecting the arrogance he had for his offspring. Sparrowbright, ever the supportive mate, would puff up with pride as though their children's antics were commendable acts of bravery.

Both had a fierce, misguided loyalty to their kits, often retaliating with venomous words or ballistic threats at anyone brave enough to suggest their children needed boundaries.

However, the consequences of this negligence didn't go unnoticed. The air of growing dismay began to ripple through the region's six clades, and whispers of "those Storm Clade brats" filled the underbrush.

It was always the same story: Ospreypaw and Coconutpaw found their paws in every mishap, yet Carpwhistle and Sparrowbright met every complaint with denial and indignation.

Despite the complaints of elders and the hushed whispers among warriors, Carpwhistle and Sparrowbright shrugged off any criticism. They vehemently defended their kits, insisting that every cat had the right to grow and learn through experience, even if those experiences usually revolved around causing havoc.

Whenever a well-meaning elder approached them with concern over their kits' behavior, Carpwhistle growled, "They're just being young! You were young once, too! You have no right to tell me my kits can't have fun!"