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The day was warm and the sun bright, warming Crow's dark fur as he waited for his daughter to finish her bath for their 'date.' Her littermates were preoccupied with chasing Raystrike around camp and getting her paints all over, but his little princess was surprisingly absent from those shenanigans, too excited for their day together to let Firekit convince her otherwise. Watching her scamper his way, he couldn't help a purr and silently wishing she'd never grow up. "All ready?"
"YES!" Cinderkit squeaked in excitement, colliding full force into her father's legs. "Where are we going, dad? What are we going to do? Can we count all the butterflies we see today? Yesterday I saw fifteen. I love newleaf way more than leafbare. It was too cold and the wind was bitey, but now it's warm and tickly. Aren't I going to be an apprentice soon, dad? Were you an apprentice? What was it like?"
"Woah! Easy there!" Cinderkit wasn't the biggest or bulkiest kit in the nursery, but she had enough kitten fluff that the impact did cause a tremor to crawl up his bad leg. "You're getting too strong for your old dad," he laughed. "I was thinking we could go on a walk through the Deep Lands. All the pretty flowers will be in bloom-- and I think I remember counting at least twenty butterflies recently. Let's get going and I can tell you all about being an apprentice."
"Yes! I love the flowers." Cinderkit agreed readily, though she would have agreed to a grueling trek through the most dangerous woods if it meant she got to spend time with her dad. She set off, pudgy legs moving as she skipped forward, towards the Deep Lands. The walk through the woods was the highlight of Cinderkit's life. There was so much pretty sunshine dappling the ground, and the air was warm and perfumed with the scents of the forest. She alternated between running laps around Crow and returning to drag her feet at his side, chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. "Tell me about your apprenticeship, dad!"
Trailing behind at a more leisurely pace, he felt a quiet serenity befall him, watching his daughter frolic through the new blooms. Her excitement was contagious and had him leaping beside her, bum leg be damned, and every so often he paused to point out the fluttering butterflies their clamor revealed. "That's seven so far," Crow was saying when Cinderkit piped up again. He mulled over exactly what to tell her about his early life as it wasn't the most kit-friendly of stories, at last opting to exaggerate a little bit. He'd tell her more when she was older. "Well, when I became an apprentice, my brother and sisters and I got to play a lot more because we didn't have to stay in camp anymore. Your auntie Raystrike once dared your uncle to lick a goose egg-- and we learned that day that geese are very, very mean to apprentices. I also met your mother as an apprentice," he added, a fond smile toying on his maw.
"Wow," Cinderkit said brightly, her erratic breathing steadying the longer she refrained from sprinting around. Seven butterflies was great, but hopefully she'd see seven trillion more before the day was over. Plus, it was fun hearing her dad talk about his apprenticeship. "I know all about how you met mama," she said, head held high. "And how you fell in love and love was the greatest, most sparkly thing in the whole word. Sparklier than pond water on a sunny day." Cinderkit felt sparkly around Sunpaw sometimes, but that couldn't be love because Cinderkit wasn't old enough for love yet.
Soon enough, a quiet meadow unfurled to greet them, alive with playful squirrels, waving flower stalks, and chattering baby birds chasing each other through the air, which was rife with pretty aromas.
Crow chuckled at Cinderkit's reverence. "Love is sparkly," he agreed, "and it's warm and cozy, like those nights where we all snuggle together after your bedtime story. Love makes you feel like your paws are made out of the clouds. Never settle for less than that," he told his daughter. He knew of Cinderkit's fascination with Sunpaw, but... Well, the apprentice didn't strike him as particularly affectionate or bubbly, not in the way his princess was. He didn't want to see her lose those qualities. "But no one, and I mean no one, is ever going to love you more than," he paused, booping Cinderkit's nose gently with his paw, "me."
"I know!" Cinderkit chirruped, winding up close to her dad's legs with an enthusiastic purr. "You and mama are the best parents in the whole wide world. You're my favoritest dad ever." Distracted from her sentimentality by a passing butterfly of particular beauty, Cinderkit let out a sound of excitement, darting after it and into the tall grasses.
His heart swelled with warmth as Cinderkit twined between his legs, but then he sighed and carried on after his rampant daughter. He didn't have to go far before he caught up to her, now red in the face and panting. "That makes eight that we've seen. Look, I think this one left some of its magic on you," Crow said. Though it wasn't very magical at all, there was a layer of pollen dusting across Cinderkit's gray fur, seeming to glimmer in the light.
"That makes me a butterfly princess!" Cinderkit purred, admiring the shiny dust that coated her. "You're the butterfly king, dad," she rubbed up against Crow, leaving some of the same pollen against his black legs, all the while trying to slow her rapid breathing. "Running sure is fun, but the wind steals my air away," she told her father, feeling the exhaustion in her legs. "Can we go home soon?"
