Father and daughter // P

[Moonpaw]

Lostpath

Moonkit wandered out of the nursery, her head high and eyes gleaming with mischief. She could probably go bother some cat, no biggie. The small she-kit then his in a shrub, waiting for her victim to pass. As soon as the kits amber gaze caught the sight of a brown pelt, she pounced from the bush and landed at the cats tail. At the moment she hadn't really known that the tail belonged to her father.

Oh great.

[Lostpath]

Lostpath certainly wasn't expecting an attack on his tail. He jumped backwards, his hackles raising threateningly. He was a big guy—not tall, but extremely buff—and could easily intimidate anyone. He relaxed as he noticed a kit playing with his tail, and he stood there, watching awkwardly. He was even awkward around kittens. He raised his fictional eyebrows. "Uh, hi?" What exactly was she doing? And who was she?

[Moonpaw]

Moonkit stared up from the toms tail and cocked her head. "Hello, who are you?" The grey and black tabby asked outta nowhere. As she examined the tom, he looked rather weird looking. There was some huge scars he had and the tiny kit had none.

Thoughts rushed through the kits head. What if he was from another clan at one time? Maybe he had a freak accident. And a million other thoughts.

[Lostpath]

Lostpath blinked. "Oh, u-uh, Lostpath," he responded with a slight, confirming nod. "A-and you?" He asked after a long moment, studying the much smaller kitten.

[Moonpaw]

Moonkit sniffed.

"You must be the tom my mother talked about." She said, her amber eyes lit with no emotion. The she-kit flicked her ears and replied, "I'm Moonkit." She then lifted her head, "Almost an apprentice." She added, wanting to show off her achievement in age.