Daddy's Little Girl (Tagged)

[Wolf]

The white she-kit awoke to the sound of her father's voice calling her from outside the nursery. She blinked open her eyes and let out a high-pitched yawn, flashing pointy white teeth as her jaws stretched. Thornkit was just getting to her second moon and her eyes were still a deep kit-blue which made her look shockingly like her late mother, Dawnthorn. She paddled her paws at Vixenmist's side, rousing the dark tortoiseshell queen. Deep orange eyes blinked open and stared at her, squinting in the darkness. "Adderfoot is calling me, can I go out?" The kit asked. Vixenmist chuckled sleepily and mewed in reply, "Yes dear, go see your father."

The moment Vixenmist gave her permission, the white kitten dashed outside to see the dark tabby that had called her. "Hi Adderfoot!" She squeaked excitedly, her deep blue eyes gazing up at her father as she sat at his feet. Thornkit placed her single dark brown paw on top of Adderfoot's and was momentarily distracted at the similarity of the shade of her paw to his.

Carotius

[Carotius]

OOC: Yey IT'S SO ADORABLE

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Another leaf-fall day in WhisperClan had arrived. The camp was abuzz with warriors and apprentices going about their daily duties, though some seemed to have permitted themselves to sleep for whatever reason. Adderfoot wasn't one of them, for once. The tabby warrior had gotten up early just so he could visit his youngest daughter in the nursery; the little fuzzball was reaching her second moon soon, and he, as a father, was going to have a little fun in a sort of congratulations to her. He didn't have anything particular in mind once he got to the entrance, but, as he gently called for her, all he could think of was the time he was about to spend with his kit.

At Thornkit's enthusiastic greeting, Adderfoot purred in adoration, "Hello, sweetheart. How's my little butterfly?"

Using that particular nickname caused that now-familiar ache in his heart, and it felt like needles poking them collectively in one point before retracting and poking again - it was Adderfoot's term of affection for Dawnthorn before the latter... He swallowed the lump in his throat, staring at the little furball who had her attention riveted on the paw she placed upon his - their connected paws a similar dark shade of brown, of which had earned Adderfoot his warrior name seasons ago, for it was this coloured paw that could snatch prey quickly like the strike of an adder. Was that all Thornkit got from him? The rest of her was a spotless white, just like her deceased mother, only without that beautiful cream mask that accompanied loving blue eyes. You're still as pretty as your mother...

"Have you been taking care of Vixenmist? She shouldn't be just watching over you," he teased, giving the kit's head a few quick licks to smoothen the fluffy fur.

[Wolf]

Thornkit let out a purr, the action seeming to cause her entire tiny body to vibrate. "Great! Though I haven't gotten to play today..." The white kitten frowned for a moment before squeaking with laughter as her father licked her fluffy fur. "Yes Adderfoot! I can't wait until her kits arrive, then I'll have someone to play with when you're out hunting!" She teased back, swiping her brown paw at her father's nose before darting back a few kitten steps and challenging her father with a look so like her mother, it was as if all of Adderfoot's precious mate's life had been contained in this tiny kitten.

With a mischievous gleam in her eye, Thornkit lashed her stubby white tail and crouched low, hoping her father would come and chase her. Unbeknownst to the tiny white she-cat, her father was feeling pangs of agony as he interacted with his daughter, and being constantly reminded that his mate was gone. However, Thornkit did know how much she meant to Adderfoot and often tried to distract him from that wistful look he sometimes got by playing with him.

[Carotius]

Wolf
OOC: SHE'S TOO ADORABLE HALP

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Grooming down his daughter's fluffy fur brought more pain into his heart as another memory of Dawnthorn flashed in his mind. Those times he shared tongues with her after their daily duties, or when she needed comfort from the negative things in life, he had always given her head a few rasps of his tongue, each stroke tender and with love to dispell the sadness and fear. Adderfoot could no longer give her that comfort - she was gone from his physical touch, and it was far too much of a heartache to quickly push away.

The tabby's attention was snapped back to reality when something touched his nose. Blinking in confusion, he was greeted once more by the presence of his little Thornkit, who was now running a few kit-paces away from him with squeaks of laughter before turning around with a playful smile. Adderfoot couldn't help but return it, a purr rumbling in his throat as he watched the white she-kit crouch low to the ground. Just like Dawnthorn. The purr quickly turned into a mock growl as the warrior lowered himself into a similar crouch, his long legs tucked nearly beneath his body while his striped tail swished in all directions. If Thornkit wanted a game, she would get one.

"Trespassing, I see.. Here to eat the kits?"