What's It To You? (Tagged)

[Falcon]

Adderstep sat outside the warriors den watching the kits play, a few he knew were his own, the blazing ginger fur of Squirrelkit stood out easily and he let a lopsided slight smile grace his mouth, he loved his kits like any good father should and he was just happy that they were born after the big green cough epidemic when their mother had gotten sick they could've easily gotten sick themselves Isilme Nepeta (for Fangpaw if you want)

[Isilme]

Icepelt was sitting outside of the warriors den, watching the clearing movement with a tired gaze Darksun had moved to the nursery again and he missed sleeping beside the tortie she cat, he sighed and looked back inside the den just to see Shimmerflight poking Whisperstrike that was having a nap, the small silver tom woke up in a jump scared and hissed to his younger brother that was laughing his lungs out. "You had to see your face Whisperstrike!" Said cat was not amused at all and sent a pointed look to his father that closed his eyes praying for Starclan to give him some patience. "Shimmerflight you are not a kit anymore, leave your brother alone." The tortoise tom pouted and went out of the den saying just how the other two toms were no fun at all, Whisperstrike purred appreciating the silence and resumed his nap, Icepelt moved his tail side to side wondering if he should pay Darksun a visit, in the end he decided that it wouldn´t hurt to see her, the silver male got up and walked with quick steps in the nursery direction just to see Adderstep playing with his kits outside, he observed silent for a few moments not knowing what to say, in the end he decided to ignore it and simple kept walking to meet his mate.

Falcon

[Falcon]

Squirrelkit charged after a moss ball, sliding in and out of Icepelt's paws before half jump half tumbling onto the moss with a triumphant squeak

Adderstep gave him father a cold stare a moment before padding over to help Squirrelkit to his paws "Mother says hello" he hissed softly out the side of his twisted mouth toward the older tom picking Squirrelkit up by his scruff and then gently lowering him to ground