- Jun 20, 2022
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// feel free to reply before the kiddos! @meadowkit @brook-kit @Brightkit
The slim-figured tom slips out of the temporary nursery, hazel eyes cautiously glancing back at the kits he has in tow. Though it makes him a bit nervous, he supposes it's time they come outside the nursery and meet their clanmates. In just a moon, they'll begin their training under mentors of their own, and as he guides the three into the clearing he can't help but wonder who Cicadastar will choose for them. "Stay close," He he instructs gruffly, curled ears twitching as he seats himself. Another glance is thrown towards the nursery where his mate resides. The birth had been difficult, leaving her cooped up in her nest most days while her body recovers. He's not really dad material, but he can at least handle taking them outside today to give Buckgait a break from their rowdiness. Now that they're two moons, they've been a much bigger pawful than they used to be.
"Everyone, I'd like you to officially meet my son, Meadowkit, and my daughters, Brook-kit and Brightkit." He straightens himself, billowy chest puffing out just a bit. Though not a father that anyone could call affectionate or even super involved, there is still a hint of pride in his words as he watches his children meet their clanmates. For most of them who haven't visited the nursery since their birth, this would be their first time seeing the kittens.
The slim-figured tom slips out of the temporary nursery, hazel eyes cautiously glancing back at the kits he has in tow. Though it makes him a bit nervous, he supposes it's time they come outside the nursery and meet their clanmates. In just a moon, they'll begin their training under mentors of their own, and as he guides the three into the clearing he can't help but wonder who Cicadastar will choose for them. "Stay close," He he instructs gruffly, curled ears twitching as he seats himself. Another glance is thrown towards the nursery where his mate resides. The birth had been difficult, leaving her cooped up in her nest most days while her body recovers. He's not really dad material, but he can at least handle taking them outside today to give Buckgait a break from their rowdiness. Now that they're two moons, they've been a much bigger pawful than they used to be.
"Everyone, I'd like you to officially meet my son, Meadowkit, and my daughters, Brook-kit and Brightkit." He straightens himself, billowy chest puffing out just a bit. Though not a father that anyone could call affectionate or even super involved, there is still a hint of pride in his words as he watches his children meet their clanmates. For most of them who haven't visited the nursery since their birth, this would be their first time seeing the kittens.