We had a discussion the other night about whether or not the kittons could survive in the wild if they got outside. The decisions we came to are as follows:
Siada: She could absolutely do it. She is fast, an accomplished huntress, and is capable of hiding in plain site. Could, however, is not would. She considers working for her food to be beneath her and therefor would expect to have a handmaiden out in the forest with her to hand feed her and provide kisses and warm lap.
Layla: Not for five minutes. Poor gal jumps at her own shadow and isn't capable of killing anything, as the mouse she watched getting fat sitting in the midst of her kibble bowl can attest. (She stared in awe, and perhaps sorrow over loss of kibble, as the tiny rodent just chowed away mere inches from her own fuzzy muzzle.)
Malik: Like Siada, he is an accomplished hunter, but given that there would be no one out there to tell him to eat his yummy, nummy food and OMGYOUARESUCHAGOODBOI and WHATACHAMPIONEATERYOUARE as he noshes away, he would not last much past a day.
Savannah Caretaker who is honored to do the job.
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