[Estelle]

 

Originally Posted by Starfall

Spiderthroat
He/Him || ThunderClan Deputy
Beefed Up Tier III || Just a Scratch || Hulk SMASH
@Fish (just bc I see u)

Upon hearing the news that he was apparently a father...which came as a surprise. None the less being a father to a she-cat he'd never seen nor interacted with for more than maybe a minute before, he was doing his best to figure out how to gently tell the kits that he was, in fact, not their father.

So upon the words 'daddy' being tossed out and in his direction, the deputy paid no mind. He wasn't used to answering to that call, nor to such tiny kits. Most of the time they avoid him...which he'll happily take. He hadn't even realized he was being followed up until he practially almost stepped on her.

Ah yes. The creepy clone. It was almost as if he were looking at the past. Eyes peering down at one of his supposed 'kits' , a pause as he attempted to process...well...what exactly he was going to do. Not like he could have a kit glued to him all the time, he had a reputation to uphold. Let alone a kit that wasn't his. Asterdance or Goldenwing would take them in, in a heartbeat, him however? Not so much. They were loud, slobbery, boogery, slimey and smelly. And tiny. He could crush them easily. He almost crushed one.

"About to go demote some warriors because they never showed up for their patrols. Lots of yellin. You wouldn't like it." he said simply. It's what he was doing, sure, but there was rarely ever any yelling. Just dissapointment. Another rather familiar looking kit catching in the corner of his eye. Oh no. On no what if they're all coming out. He can only evade for so long.

Originally Posted by Fish

@Starfall @Estelle
Yay for 'family' bonding time!


His perfect target showed itself. Or well his sister made him realize that his father was wondering about. This was just grand! The kit stalk from behind the deputy while he was busy talking with Spiderlingkit about things that don't matter at all. All that matter was playtime or annoying the living hell out of someone. To Fleakit, these two things were indistinguishable between each other. Now that he was behind his totally actual father, Fleakit sprang forth just like the insect his namesake came from and well... Tried to land on Spiderthroats back. He wanted to climb on top of his father since that was Thunderclan's special trait, climbing, and he was the specialist little boy. "Nough talkie, time for playie!" Fleakit shouted as he jumped at his father. So much for being sneaky.

Stars forbid a kit try to spend some time with her father! The blind oaf was blatantly ignoring her, and when he did finally take notice of the spider at his paws, those huge stompers had the audacity to almost step on her. Truly! You’d expect better from a father and deputy; Spindthroat could be happy the kitten was feeling generous today, blatantly ignoring the previous facts in favour of acknowledging his words instead.
“Like hell! I ain’t scared of a bit o’ yellin.”

Spiderlingkit exclaimed, stubbornly staying at his side like a web stuck yours paws, only being interrupted by the arrival of her brother.
“Fleakit, this’ no playin’ time! We gotta go help daddy yell at the demoted warriors. Let’s go!”
The kitten wasted no time, ordering about her littermate and proudly puffing up her chest, ready to follow their father straight to his job. Like a sticky spiderweb. No getting rid of her that easily.