Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from King Arthur nor do I own anything from that movie. I have merely borrowed characters. I do however own the evil Saxon named Anwar. This story contains no slash so if you are looking for such things, turn back now.

P/L: Lancelot deliberates the naming of his kitten as the kitty imitates a frog.

King Arthur 3 May 2005

HOP!

Plop!

HOP!

Plop!

The small orange and white cape-patterned kitten mimicked the frog it was pouncing on. With a wiggle of its rear the kitten would launch itself through the air in the same fashion the frog did. Sometimes the kitten would manage to land neatly next to its companion but a few times it landed directly on top of the frog. And every time this happened the frog gave a croak of annoyance and doubled its efforts to out-hop the kitten. But this only seemed to delight the kitten even more as he readily accepted the frog's ambitions.

"You're a very fascinating kitty," Lancelot remarked, giving his little pet a gentle smile. He was amazed at the kitten's curiosity at mimicking other creatures around it. There was no doubt that the kitten had great intelligence.

HOP!

Plop!

The kitten paused upon hearing Lancelot's voice. Looking up at its master the kitten blinked. No, he winked! Lancelot's smile spread. Fascinating indeed! In all his life he had never seen such a bright, curious, and friendly creature. Sure his horse was plenty smart and full of courage and spunk; but it didn't even come close to charisma that this little small ball of soft fluff displayed.

HOP!

Plop!

The frog was now getting farther a head of the kitten. It hopped briskly towards a small protruding rock. The kitten hopped after it. But then, the kitten paused. It's ears went forward and its brown eyes curiously looked around it. For a moment the kitten had lost its playmate! An unhappy mew escaped the kitten's mouth as it swished its tail in clear upset. But then, as he gazed at the rock, the kitten suddenly darted forward; an obvious plan in mind.

Lancelot was even more curious about his playful kitten. He watched with amusement as the kitten raced up the incline of the rock and suddenly launched itself off the tip. There was a brief moment of disbelief as the kitten began waggling its limbs as if it were trying to fly. Lancelot wondered if his kitten had gone completely mad but then saw that the kitten's focus was below it. Amazingly, the kitten was airborne looking for the frog!

The kitten landed about two and a half feet from the rock tip. A loud ribbit of displeasure alerted Lancelot of his kitten's success. Lancelot laughed jovially, smacking his knee is admiration for his kitten's exploits.

"Daedalus!" Lancelot exclaimed, beaming at his kitten with pride. "You fly like the Greeks therefore Daedalus you must be."

The kitten looked up at Lancelot, the frog wiggling free from the kitten's paws and hopping madly away. The kitten gave Lancelot a satisfied smile that seemed to say, "Well it's about time you named me."