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Snakehiss was slowly but surely settling into his duties as a father; his circumstance seemed to differ from that of other parents, where he mostly was useful for bringing prey to the nursery. He did not stick around and play with his children, nor did he spare much time to entertain their questions. Snakehiss found himself at a crossroads, where he felt obligated to at least help Gorsepetal but not stray any closer. He had been raised to seek entertainment from his denmates, not his father. Besides, Shadowsight had always been too busy doing his duties to play. He had grown to respect Shadowsight not only as a parent but as a warrior and a mentor figure. Snakehiss wanted the same for his children. Wasn't that how it should be?
The moor runner slinks into the nursery, a couple of pieces of prey from today's hunt dangling from his jaws. After providing a juicy hare to Gorsepetal, he turns to drop the limp form of an ouzel at the paws of his three kittens. "Eat up. You'll all need to grow if you're to be moor runners." Snakehiss tells them. Rumor had it that a lack of proper meals in one's youth could contribute to a smaller stature in adulthood; more specifically, the kits who did not eat enough became tunnelers. Snakehiss could not confirm nor deny this, but he knew that he would much rather prefer that his kits pursue the path of a moor runner. He was a moor runner, as were both of his parents. It was Sootstar who had begun the tradition of burrowing into the ground like rabbits, one that had never appealed to Snakehiss. It was far too dirty and many tunnelers permanently carried the stench of soil and earth around with them.
The moor runner slinks into the nursery, a couple of pieces of prey from today's hunt dangling from his jaws. After providing a juicy hare to Gorsepetal, he turns to drop the limp form of an ouzel at the paws of his three kittens. "Eat up. You'll all need to grow if you're to be moor runners." Snakehiss tells them. Rumor had it that a lack of proper meals in one's youth could contribute to a smaller stature in adulthood; more specifically, the kits who did not eat enough became tunnelers. Snakehiss could not confirm nor deny this, but he knew that he would much rather prefer that his kits pursue the path of a moor runner. He was a moor runner, as were both of his parents. It was Sootstar who had begun the tradition of burrowing into the ground like rabbits, one that had never appealed to Snakehiss. It was far too dirty and many tunnelers permanently carried the stench of soil and earth around with them.
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