Chapter 2: Bran and the cat

Bran, who was immersed in his own world, had only tortoiseshell fur in his eyes. He repeated in a more eager voice: "Give it to me!"
At the Duke's motion, the knight gently placed the bobcat beside him. Bran was disappointed at this time. When the knight lifted the Bobcat from his horse, he was already disappointed. This disappointment was mixed with past obsessions, and finally appeared to be lost. The bobcat's body was so huge that it couldn't overlap with the house cat in his memory. There was only one voice in his heart that kept whispering, "Sure enough..."
This feeling of loss affected the surroundings, and everyone could perceive the child's disappointment. The Duchess hugged Bran in pain. At this time, the bobcat's nose was extremely slightly incited, and Branla returned to reality again. Bran broke away from his mother's arms and slowly squatted down, placing one hand on the bobcat's abdomen, as if to feel something. This is not an illusion, it is still alive...
"Water!" Bran called.
"Get water!" the Duke ordered.
A basin of water was placed beside Bran. Bran's little hand gently stroked the bobcat's chest and abdomen, then raised his head and said, "It's going to be a mother..."
At this time, the breathing of the Lynx became more and more obvious. The Duke and the knight also squatted beside Bran, seeming to be paying attention to the life and death of the Lynx, but in fact they were preventing the Lynx from injuring people. The Duke patted Bran on the shoulder and said, "It will survive."
"No," Bran did not lift his head in denial, "its body is getting lighter."
The duke and the knight looked at each other in surprise.
The Lynx slowly opened his eyes, without struggling, without hurting others, perhaps because he has no strength to do it. Bran dipped some water with his hand and gently brought it to his mouth. He could feel the lynx's soft tongue and the retracted barbs scratching his palms, the rough friction feeling so familiar. But the more familiar, the more uncontrollable another thought in Bran's heart became clear. This is real, and this world is real.
Those amber eyes finally brought Bran back to his senses. Bran had seen such a look, which was the last time his life bloomed.
In the evening, the lynx with tortoiseshell coat died. Before he died, he gave birth to three kittens, two of which were stillborn. Bran took away the only remaining cub and returned to his bedroom. At the dinner table that night, Bran clearly and clearly said: "I want to drink milk."
A child who has been silent for many years will get the support of his parents as much as possible for every sentence, so the milk is carefully packed in a bottle and placed next to Bran.
No one thinks that this cub will survive, but at this time the lynx, who can only make Bran speak, has become the main focus of the duke and his wife. This cub must survive, or at least pretend to survive. Every day sneaking into Bran's bedroom and observing the state of the cub became the daily routine of the duke and his wife. And a year later, a few more cats scurrying around in the castle also proved how well prepared the duke and his wife were...
It wasn't until 4 weeks later that Bran appeared in the restaurant with a stumbling kitten behind him. This let the duke couple breathe a sigh of relief. The cub survived tenaciously. Although all the preparations of the duke couple were frustrated, at least this was a pleasant thing.
Under everyone's gaze, Bran dragged a chair hard, placed it next to him, and then hugged the kitten to the chair. The Duke who was about to speak several times was stopped by his stern eyes.
"You need to give the cat a name." The Duchess smiled and said, "Let us think about it, what name should we name?"
When all the children at the dinner table expressed interest, Bran’s voice came: "Huahua."
The lady asked strangely: "What did you say?"
Bran replied: "It's called Huahua."
The third sister objected first: "It is black, you can't call it a flower."
The eldest brother immediately objected: "You should have a mighty name."
The second brother expressed his support: "Yes!"
Bran repeated again: "Huahua."
Then there was silence, and the whole world moved away from him again.
...
In the end, with the strong support of the Duchess, Black Cat Huahua entered the restaurant and had an exclusive seat. The ending words are like this. "Then everyone agrees that it is called Huahua." Madam glanced over her three older children with a warning look. "Bran has a good name, right?"
Under the gaze of the lady, the three children expressed their support in extremely reluctant voices.
Then the Duchess looked at Bran and confirmed again: "From now on it will be a flower, right?"
Bran nodded, then smiled sweetly at his wife.
Facing this smiling face, Madam felt her heart melted...