in which ivan becomes a father at 9 weeks of age | weekly prompt

[Ivan]

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Being raised in warmth and love perhaps had slanted Ivan's mind this way. He did not necessarily think of himself sheltered, though. But the world was much bigger than him and as he witnessed, played by different rules. Some lots were drawn to be a life of one or two breaths, like the birds. Ivan had gotten the better lot, and so had this two legged eagle chick. But it wasn't quite fate ... it was more of the will of an individual that propelled the dual headed chick to a higher status. Now Ivan was faced with a choice. He had the choice of life and death in his paws. He could not tell if the bird was male or female, or perhaps both. It didn't matter.

Kindness. He liked the idea of kindness, but he wondered if kindness could be granted to a murderer. Aurum brought up the argument of survival. Obviously there was something wrong in the chick's mental capabilities to be treating a feline so lovingly. He was probably right, but then again, it felt like something Caustic would say. Yes. A "fact of life". Ivan was silent for a few moments, actually sort of warm that adults were letting him make such a big decision. It made him feel bigger than he really was. A desire to attain acceptance from people older than him. He'd nearly forgotten he had shed tears over this eagle chick. This was probably why he decided to take the route they were likely egging him on. "Okay, I will take care of it. I'll make sure it won't cause any trouble at home, pa." Not a lot of conviction, but it was there.