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It was needless to say that this was a perfect distraction.
Not that Snakehiss wanted to be kitsitting a bunch of little clumps of fur — no, he actually preferred to avoid them altogether. Kits were loud and sticky, everything that Snakehiss wasn't. However, that was just the problem. He was so used to turning his head from the nursery that the prospect of fatherhood never even crossed his mind... until lately. Ebonylight had been far too convincing—damn him—and now Snakehiss was quite literally corraling the little beasts who were enjoying testing the use of their stubby legs.
One of the little buggers nearly slipped away from Snakehiss' eye, waddling toward the entrance, before the deputy quickly set his paw down in front of them to block their path. "Not so fast. Is it your wish to be swooped up by a hawk?" He huffs aloud, though knowing full well that the kit was utterly unaware of the dangers of the outside world ( could they even understand what he was saying at this point? ). StarClan knew that a tiny kit would be an easy meal for a bird of prey.
Ebonylight is spotted out of the corner of the dark-pelted tom, padding back into the nursery after having dipped out briefly to get some fresh air. Relief dawns upon Snakehiss, unsure of how much longer he would have been able to take this "kit-sitting" gig. "How do you keep track of- multiple of them?" The young deputy meows, his green eyes dancing about as he counted the kits — one, two...
A small yet surprising sensation grips the tip of Snakehiss' tail, causing the tom to whip around and find a kitten gnawing on it. It seems that their first teeth were starting to erupt and they were eager to try them on something. "Hey!" He hisses under his breath, yanking his tail out of their little maw and protectively curling it around his paws.
Not that Snakehiss wanted to be kitsitting a bunch of little clumps of fur — no, he actually preferred to avoid them altogether. Kits were loud and sticky, everything that Snakehiss wasn't. However, that was just the problem. He was so used to turning his head from the nursery that the prospect of fatherhood never even crossed his mind... until lately. Ebonylight had been far too convincing—damn him—and now Snakehiss was quite literally corraling the little beasts who were enjoying testing the use of their stubby legs.
One of the little buggers nearly slipped away from Snakehiss' eye, waddling toward the entrance, before the deputy quickly set his paw down in front of them to block their path. "Not so fast. Is it your wish to be swooped up by a hawk?" He huffs aloud, though knowing full well that the kit was utterly unaware of the dangers of the outside world ( could they even understand what he was saying at this point? ). StarClan knew that a tiny kit would be an easy meal for a bird of prey.
Ebonylight is spotted out of the corner of the dark-pelted tom, padding back into the nursery after having dipped out briefly to get some fresh air. Relief dawns upon Snakehiss, unsure of how much longer he would have been able to take this "kit-sitting" gig. "How do you keep track of- multiple of them?" The young deputy meows, his green eyes dancing about as he counted the kits — one, two...
A small yet surprising sensation grips the tip of Snakehiss' tail, causing the tom to whip around and find a kitten gnawing on it. It seems that their first teeth were starting to erupt and they were eager to try them on something. "Hey!" He hisses under his breath, yanking his tail out of their little maw and protectively curling it around his paws.
