Moonspear the cat and the moon

The rudeness on Vela's words caught him off guard and flattened his ears in one fell swoop. Always looking to fly beneath the immediate radar of trouble when it was between his sisters and himself, he didn't argue or resist that--not that he knew much about singing himself, or Papa's abilities, anyway. Interest in the matter kind of faded away after that when it did seem that his request for adventure story would be honored, so he was quick to be excited about that instead. He perked back up accordingly and decided to get comfortable afterward now that he was done eating.

His father's tale, one passed down from his mother apparently, had him leaning forward curiously already. He was more than ready to hear more about these gods in the skies, or the clouds, or whichever direction this was going to take.