Edge was the first to rouse, as always. Neither of them were heavy sleepers, but Edge was especially easy to wake. He shifted to sit up, stifling a yawn as he glanced at the clock. 1:50 AM. A little early, but they would need to prepare the milk and bottles anyway. Beside him Papyrus sat up, blinking himself awake. “It’s time already?” he asked, voice softer and scratchier from lack of sleep.
Edge just nodded, too tired for words. Together, they made their way down the hall, listening to the squeaking cries. Doomfanger sat at the end of the hall, looking grumpy and suspicious. He peered up at Edge as he approached and meowed reproachfully. Edge bent down to pet Fang, ruffling his fur a bit, while Papyrus retrieved the basket from the spare room.
Several kittens were nestled inside, their eyes barely open and mewling loudly. Each kitten was small enough to fit easily in the palm of a skeleton’s hand. Two were fluffy and grey, while a third was sleek and white. Another was a short-haired grey tabby, and the last was bright orange. While Edge warmed the milk to the proper temperature and prepared the bottles, Papyrus cooed to the kittens and picked them up one at a time to cuddle them individually. Fang supervised the entire process with a disapproving look on his face.
When the bottles were ready, Edge returned to the living room and sat beside Papyrus, passing off a warmed bottle and picking up the little ginger kitten. It mewled loudly, crying for food. He stroked a thumb down it’s back before cradling it against his chest and offering the bottle. It drank eagerly, and he couldn’t help but smile faintly, exchanging a look with Papyrus.
Neither of them had ever needed much sleep anyway.
I headcanon that Edgepuff would actually get into fostering. Kittens and puppies that lose their mothers before they’re weaned sometimes need to be hand fed. It takes a lot of time, care, and dedication, but I think these guys have it in them.
This was precious! Sweet little kittens suits the Edgepuff dynamic so well ❤
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