- Feb 14, 2023
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THE SOUND THAT LEADS ME HOME AGAIN
@Florabreeze @SILVERSMOKE @crashkit @DASHKIT. @Quailkit @Fidgetkit @ROOSTERKIT
When the family had awoken that morning, it was buzzing with excitement. The kits were just as eager to meet their father as Johnny was to return to the clan and his mate, and he'd spent much of the early morning grooming them and making sure they were fed, little Fidgetkit still wrapped up in his little sock-sweater from the night before.
With the kits crowded at the window, Johnny had stepped out onto the back porch as dawns first rays of light pushed over the horizon, the frost cold at his feet but his chest warm with the anticipation of returning. Flora wasn't long in meeting him, a short reunion among friends that was cut short when eager young kits began mewling at the catdoor to meet their first Daylight Warrior as well.
From there, the journey back had begun.
Johnny had insisted on carrying Fidgetkit most of the way, apprehensive to even let the paws of his smallest kit touch the snowy ground. They'd all be getting enough of the cold today as it was, and aside from that, he didn't want them to be winded and unable to enjoy themselves before they even arrived. Flora, thankfully, was there to help him wrangle the other four for the trip, an extra set of eyes and ears to protect his babies as they went. Johnny had no doubt the shecat would do everything in her power to keep them safe, and if some kind of danger were to present itself, he could rest easy in the knowledge that they would not be abandoned.
From there, another reunion took place. A short distance away from camp, Silversmoke sat waiting for them at the request of Florabreeze, waiting for his 'surprise' from Johnnyflame. Said surprise turned out to be the bobtail himself, with a gaggle of kits in tow. The collared tomcat had greeted his mate with nothing short of enthusiasm, purring and nuzzling just about every inch of him until he was comfortably wrapped in the scent of 'home' once more.
Then, with an endless amount of pride lined with just a touch of nerves, he'd proudly presented Silversmokes kits to him. Crash and Dash were finally given their name's, and it didn't slip past him that somehow, his mate had settled on two names that hadn't even been on the spotted toms list, but his own. Maybe that was fitting though, seeing as Johnny had done much the same, pulling Quail, Rooster, and Fidget from his mates.
When introductions were finally over, they quickly finished the last leg of the journey to Skyclans camp.
"Don't tell me I missed all the fun of clearing out the snow? Half the fun of a blizzard is being able to stomp around as Catzilla afterward." he half joked as he set little Fidgetkit down, gazing around at the familiar sight of the clearing. "Stars, I missed this place. Cannot believe it's been three months since I was last here."
A part of him itched to jump back into the familiar old routines immediately; to go hunting with Silversmoke, or to join a border patrol– how long had it been since he'd sparred another cat? He knew his muscle definition had suffered for it, and as happily as he'd do it again for his kits, a part of his heart ached at knowing he wasn't in top form for his clan or mate.
As much as his instinct howled for it though, Johnny resisted. He had other responsibilities to see to, and today was not just about him. "It's a bit rough around the edges right now since it's the cold season, but you've made it, you wee rascals. Welcome to Skyclan."
The snow-dusted clearing and the forest they'd just traversed through likely didn't look like much or seem very appealing given the cold and dreary colors, but Johnny hoped his stories and warnings had been enough to prepare them for that. He hoped the excitement of finally meeting the cats from their stories and seeing the dens and everything would help trump the fact that it wasn't a warm, pretty summer day.
Then again, his kits had only ever known the cold, bitter leafbare. They didn't know the beauty of a world touched by spring, only the warmth of his twolegs house.
"Now, I want all of you in the nursery to warm up a bit before you go terrorizing the camp– anyone who wants to meet you can do it over there." he instructed, gently nudging the excited –but cold and likely tired– kits toward the nursery.
When the family had awoken that morning, it was buzzing with excitement. The kits were just as eager to meet their father as Johnny was to return to the clan and his mate, and he'd spent much of the early morning grooming them and making sure they were fed, little Fidgetkit still wrapped up in his little sock-sweater from the night before.
With the kits crowded at the window, Johnny had stepped out onto the back porch as dawns first rays of light pushed over the horizon, the frost cold at his feet but his chest warm with the anticipation of returning. Flora wasn't long in meeting him, a short reunion among friends that was cut short when eager young kits began mewling at the catdoor to meet their first Daylight Warrior as well.
From there, the journey back had begun.
Johnny had insisted on carrying Fidgetkit most of the way, apprehensive to even let the paws of his smallest kit touch the snowy ground. They'd all be getting enough of the cold today as it was, and aside from that, he didn't want them to be winded and unable to enjoy themselves before they even arrived. Flora, thankfully, was there to help him wrangle the other four for the trip, an extra set of eyes and ears to protect his babies as they went. Johnny had no doubt the shecat would do everything in her power to keep them safe, and if some kind of danger were to present itself, he could rest easy in the knowledge that they would not be abandoned.
From there, another reunion took place. A short distance away from camp, Silversmoke sat waiting for them at the request of Florabreeze, waiting for his 'surprise' from Johnnyflame. Said surprise turned out to be the bobtail himself, with a gaggle of kits in tow. The collared tomcat had greeted his mate with nothing short of enthusiasm, purring and nuzzling just about every inch of him until he was comfortably wrapped in the scent of 'home' once more.
Then, with an endless amount of pride lined with just a touch of nerves, he'd proudly presented Silversmokes kits to him. Crash and Dash were finally given their name's, and it didn't slip past him that somehow, his mate had settled on two names that hadn't even been on the spotted toms list, but his own. Maybe that was fitting though, seeing as Johnny had done much the same, pulling Quail, Rooster, and Fidget from his mates.
When introductions were finally over, they quickly finished the last leg of the journey to Skyclans camp.
"Don't tell me I missed all the fun of clearing out the snow? Half the fun of a blizzard is being able to stomp around as Catzilla afterward." he half joked as he set little Fidgetkit down, gazing around at the familiar sight of the clearing. "Stars, I missed this place. Cannot believe it's been three months since I was last here."
A part of him itched to jump back into the familiar old routines immediately; to go hunting with Silversmoke, or to join a border patrol– how long had it been since he'd sparred another cat? He knew his muscle definition had suffered for it, and as happily as he'd do it again for his kits, a part of his heart ached at knowing he wasn't in top form for his clan or mate.
As much as his instinct howled for it though, Johnny resisted. He had other responsibilities to see to, and today was not just about him. "It's a bit rough around the edges right now since it's the cold season, but you've made it, you wee rascals. Welcome to Skyclan."
The snow-dusted clearing and the forest they'd just traversed through likely didn't look like much or seem very appealing given the cold and dreary colors, but Johnny hoped his stories and warnings had been enough to prepare them for that. He hoped the excitement of finally meeting the cats from their stories and seeing the dens and everything would help trump the fact that it wasn't a warm, pretty summer day.
Then again, his kits had only ever known the cold, bitter leafbare. They didn't know the beauty of a world touched by spring, only the warmth of his twolegs house.
"Now, I want all of you in the nursery to warm up a bit before you go terrorizing the camp– anyone who wants to meet you can do it over there." he instructed, gently nudging the excited –but cold and likely tired– kits toward the nursery.
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