Season 6, Episode 32

Tarsi sighed and rolled over to lick the ruff of Purl's neck. They were snuggled on the pudgy Tom's bed of clouds in their shared nesting place. "This is so nice. Isn't it strange that even though things have gotten more complicated than I could have personally knotted, we wind up with downtime?"

"I mean, I get the seriousness of being on call for whatever may be coming so we need to be well-rested and clear channels for our power." The First Tom of Fate's cuddly white ball of fur started to do more than just lick him as he ran his coarse tongue over a spot he very well knew made it hard to think. And yet Tarsi was still trying to have a serious conversation. "Can you imagine what might be coming?"

"I am imagining something coming and I am sure you know that thought is entirely your fault," Purl replied, reaching out with his tiny paws.

Sometimes it was easy for Purl to forget he was trapped forever in the form from the time that he held the most clarity during his mortal life. He was