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"No matter what other people may say, we are the protagonists of the world." - Keji Akaashi
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Post by rika on Jun 11, 2019 2:29:17 GMT -5
He jerked awake, tasting the bitter and harsh taste he'd experience from his dream. Nightmare? No matter. Feynvul pushed himself to his paws, wincing at the sting of his healing wounds. He probably should have gone to see the Medicine Cat — or, rather, the Witch so they called her. He wasn't too fond of the title himself, since he had grown up with the word quelling only as an insult to it's target. And though he may look down on many a cat, he did respect the cat who tended to save their sorry fur. Grunting, he hauled himself out into the harsh dawn light and limped awkwardly to the fresh-kill pile. Deciding to choose something for himself, and his kits to share, he picked up a rather scrawny squirrel and turned his attention to the Nursery. Would they be awake? And if not, should he really wake them?
"Papa...?" A soft whisper sounded behind the tom followed by the weight of a small form as Veria leaned into her father's side. "Do your wounds hurt, Papa? Is that why you're up so late?" Her voice dripped with a mixture of concern and exhaustion. She never understood why her father wouldn't go get looked at. It was obvious her sweet papa was still in pain from his injuries. She hated when he was in pain, especially after all the effort he went through to find their small family a home. She rubbed her paw against her eyes in an attempt to erase the sleep from them as she released a yawn from her muzzle.
"No matter what other people may say, we are the protagonists of the world." - Keji Akaashi
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Post by rika on Jun 11, 2019 16:01:17 GMT -5
He startled only slightly, surprised that she was even up yet. An amused, and warm smile split the toms face as she leaned against him. Feynvul set the squirrel down gently and turned his attention now to the small kitten beside him. "No worries, darling. I'll make sure to go and see Mistyveil later, Papa's been resting is all," he explained, coming to rest closer to the ground so he was level with her. "For now, though, I need to eat to keep my strength up. Would you like to share?"
"Promise?" She whispered in response to his statement of seeing Mistyveil. She laid down beside him as he came to a rest on the ground beside her and buried her face into his thick fur. She inhaled her father's scent, taking in the musky aroma that reminded her of when he'd kept them warm during the harsh trek through the blistering cold Winterclan territory. It was thanks to him that the newborns hadn't frozen to death. She only lifted her head as he dragged the squirrel closer to them and offered Veria some of it. "Are you sure?" She said, looking up at him with large gray-blue eyes.
"No matter what other people may say, we are the protagonists of the world." - Keji Akaashi
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Post by rika on Jun 12, 2019 20:36:46 GMT -5
He touched his nose gently to the kittens, placing a paw over her head before ruffling it only slightly. A playful little act that truly did show how much he was enamored with his current set of kittens. Hopefully, they wouldn't betray him like his Eldest Daughter. "I promise," he chuckled, before dramatically placing a paw over his chest and making a crossing motion. "Cross my heart."
At her tentativeness to eat, Feynvul nudged the prey closer, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Here, Veria. I don't offer my prey to anyone, you know. Besides, once you get old enough I can start teaching you basic hunting moves. So you'll need to keep strong until then."
She let out a giggle as the tom ruffled her head, taking a small paw and pushing his larger one away. "Stop it, Papa!" She squealed in between giggles, her actions speaking the opposite of what she was saying. When he drew back and uttered a promise with a cross my heart and hope to die motion across his chest, her giggles faded away and she leaned further into him purring ever so deeply. "Better keep that promise, I wouldn't want you dying Papa."
She stopped her purrs when her father nudged the squirrel closer to them and encouraged her to eat once more with him. She was special. He didn't share his prey with just anyone, but the fact that he was with Veria proved how much he treasured and loved her. She bent down and sank her small pointy teeth into cold meat of the animal. It was frozen and the meat stringy. Not fresh at all, but the thought of sharing it with her father made the awful tasting prey slide more easily down her throat. "It's delicious, Papa."
