#brethrens

             He never intended to be away from his little collection of younglings within the temple for terribly long, but sometimes the outside galaxy called him more than the darling clan of little ones. It made the moment they were reunited again that much sweeter. Both of his hearts called for one little tot in particular, a young dathomirian who didn’t seem to have a miserable bone in his body. Some would say he was spending too much time with the child, that it looked like attachment, but Eeth knew more than they did. Zabraks need some sort of clan to feel comfortable.

             Oh, how his hearts soared at the enthusiasm Feral had upon seeing him again. The way all his weight leaned against Eeth’s leg, and the stumbled attempts at speaking. His smile radiated nothing but warmth, a distinctly high pitch loving purr fluctuating from his chest. Not even in his wildest dreams would he imagine having such a lovely child viewing him in such a high role. Kneeling down briefly, a hand on each side of his ribs, Feral was scooped into the air, brought to have a kiss placed on his forehead, and balanced on his hip. It was undeniable that his eyes had a particularly glossy look to them, but he’d deny the presence of any tears.

All these are for Feral’s Jedi verse, obviously.

one. Shaak was very familiar with little newborn Feral. He was such a small little thing, with skinny little limbs, even though he had his older brothers worrying over him, they had learning to do. So, to keep Savage’s mind at rest, she tucked the little bean into her robes for warmth.

two. Feral, being a sensitive little muffin, talks about feelings with Shaak. She’s one of the few Jedi that openly does so without any criticism for having them, and she gives the best mom hugs.

three. Toddler Feral got the habit of going blip from Shaak. It’s something she hasn’t out grown from being a baby, and kitties imprint on kitties, so it was bound to happen.

four. Tiger mama taught the little cub to groom himself, (and the other cubs), to groom themselves properly. Being hairless comes with some disadvantages, like sensitive skin, so there’s some special steps that need to be taken. Also, it means baby Feral got bubble baths from the mom, with little bubble towers in between his nubby horns.

five. Padawan and Councilor lunch dates. Two squishy carnivores, hanging out, having food, being cute af. They’re more common then you think!!

six. Once Feral is a padawan, Shaak takes the time to teach him how to hold babies. She can definitely see him being a nursery worker in his future, and there’s no time like the presence to master the art of baby snuggling.

seven. Purr parties, especially when he’s itty bitty. Nothing is more soothing then mom purrs, which means your own purrs match. And babies purr loudly. It’s the cutest thing to see.

eight. More often then not, Shaak found herself soothing any bad dreams little Feral had. This also lead to the little one being stolen into her bedroom, because that’s where it’s the best place to get comfort snuggles.

nine. Like in Maul’s runaway verse, Shaak also takes Feral out to the gardens to meet the flowers. He doesn’t get flower kisses though, but butterflies all on their own, land on his little noggin and his nose. It takes everything for Shaak not to just beam cause, wtf he’s so cute??

          You'd never hear him admit that he was struggling, that even the tips of his hair brushing his shoulders was distracting. For just a moment or two, there was a real connection, a genuine peace. It surged through his body for just long enough to make him aware there was a presence next to him. Someone who had yet to develop any distaste for the galaxy as a whole. A child. Confusion ebbed into the young Zabrak, normally children didn't really approach him. Something about being a little bit of a shut in, according to his master.

          Confusion only grew when dark maroon eyes peaked open to meet the sandy kit, his own eyes curious about the senior. An eyebrow lifted as they stared at each other in almost perfectly silence, Agen a little more curious about the boy then he'd like to admit. Once he studied where the kit's eyes landed, shifting between the freckles that scattered over his skin and hair that had a mind of it's own, he realized why the little Zabrak was so curious. They were similar, but very different.

          "Hello." He stated coolly, shifting to a more comfortable position. "How did you get here?"

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“I think we’ve all been blessed. I mean, just look around.” He smiles, shifting his gaze to sweep the gardens. “We’re lucky to have a home like this.” Then he stops mid-step, and one might be able to see phantom lines of arithmetic forming around his head if they were to look closely enough.