[mooncake]

@furrensic

Fuzzkit! Yes. That was the boy's name. Gorsefeather swallowed, a sudden feeling of anxiety rising in his chest. Ah, what am I doing? I have nothing to fear. Dumb to be 'fraid of some kit, he thought to himself. But it wasn't some kit. It was... his son? His son. And Littlelion was gone. So.

"Fuzzkit, eh?" he replied, not knowing what else to say. Honestly, what even was he here for? What in StarClan was there to say to this kit? 'Hey you're my son that I ignored for moons and will continue to ignore for many more to come. Just wanted to let you know!'

Gorsefeather had warrior duties. He had his eye on a real she-cat, someone he actually liked. His days of pointless fun were over. He didn't have the time or energy to focus on Fuzzkit. He'll be fine on his own, Gorsefeather thought to himself, the slightest feeling of guilt suddenly pricking his conciseness.