[Brilliance]

Originally Posted by Beau

Dovecoo only gave a serene smile at the kit's theatrics. She wasn't bothered. It was just a game and she knew that Papayakit would get over it soon. The snowy queen hopped and glided through the nursery with an abundance of grace, whereas her tiny friend bulldozed anything in her way. All Dovecoo could do was laugh it off and vow to talk to her about it later. Or maybe Honeythistle...She didn't want to scold Papayakit and it wasn't like she was her mother anyway. Yes, she'd let Honeythistle do it. Dovecoo looked back for a moment and noticed a glazed look in Papayakit's eyes. She didn't seem to be trying to catch Dovecoo as much as her tail. Dovecoo smiled and slowed down, wiggling her feathery tail around for Papayakit to chase.

Forgetting the game, Papayakit’s eyes grew wide each time that tail flicked from one way to the other. A parent’s tail was like first practice for a rookie of a hunter, despite Papayakit not learning that she would never able to hunt and solely should depend on a strong tom. Papayakit slipped forward quickly and she crouched, her own tail raised in the air, wiggling playfully as she suddenly leapt to catch the tail in her grasp. She missed. Papayakit jumped back, her small body shivering. She leaped again. She missed. If she went one way, the tail wiggles another. It was quite infuriating, but it kept her distracted for a long while. It was just so...feathery! Papayakit swiped a paw at Dovecoo’s tail, feeling the lightbrushing of it, but she still had missed. She jumped in the tail’s wait, but it maneuvered quickly. So, she jumped the other way - just to miss it again. Like a cat trying to trap a mouse, she played with Doveoo’s Feathery tail with annoyance that she couldn’t exactly catch it, yet with delight because it was a fun game.

At the entrance, a familiar silver tom entered into the nursery, followed by his young mate. He gave her a quick nuzzle before he looked around the perimeter. When his eyes caught hold of his young daughter focused on a wiggling tail, Honeythidtle raised an ‘eyebrow’ somewhat confused until a low rumbling chuckle came from deep within his throat. He had sat down to watch the view with amusement because he loved watching his kits play around with vigorous energy. He saw how Dovecoo was tending to the kit. A little patience as Papayakit busied herself. Honeythistle shook his head. He got up and began passing towards them, stopping in front of Dovecoo. He met her gaze for a moment before his eyes slithered downward to Papayakit and back up to Dovecoo. “Ah, am I interrupting something?” He asked, teasingly. Papayakit didn’t bother to greet or reply to him because she was determined to have this soft, feathery touch between her paws one way or another.