[Arie]

Originally Posted by gs29513

Giggling along with the rumbles of his father, and trying to emulate them to some extent, Thunderkit listened as his father talked about the moor. It sounded like a cool place! Any place with food was a good place in his opinion, and he had no knowledge of all the dangers that the land outside of camp could hold. Wind! he squeaked in answer to the question, a small snort issuing from his nose as the paw tickled his belly fur. Poking his own little blackberry-sized paw back, but unable to reach his father, he settled for listening a it more. His dad was going to show him the moor? That sounded very fun! They could eat....things. And chase things. And run. All those things sounded so very fun. His paws clasped air, but a moment later as the nose lowered he saw a chance of getting the prize and stretched even farther, one paw just barely grazing it. Rolling over and towards Breezefeather, Thunderkit wriggled into his chest fur. It was warm in here, and though the wind was chilly, he was sheltered right there. His ears twitching, he squeaked You're warm! as his fur brushed his dads. @Arie

As the paw reached for his nose, Breezefeather couldn't help in the semi-loud sneeze that was released and he glared down at Thunderkit, warmth and mirth evident in his green eyes. His son it seemed, had early learned some stupid tricks that was sure to start causing chaos for the older tom. The sneeze was not uncommon though, considering the fact that leafbare was hitting them hard after all. But as the kit snuggled closer to him, he couldn't help the feeling of both sorrow and love. It had been so long since he'd last had a kit this close to him, and the warmth he got from it... it bloomed warmer than anything he'd felt in a long time. But this was not to be a moment of sorrow but of happiness and flopping on his back he pulled Thunderkit with him and then nuzzled into the kit's fur happily with his pink nose. It was fun, he was supposed to have fun and in a way, interacting with his kit this way made him forget about the dreary situation he often found himself in as the deputy of the clan. It was nice, to let go of the seriousness and just take a time where he didn't think. Where he just relaxed and did whatever he wanted and so with green eyes still holding laughter within them he looked at the little tom, "What do you want to do, Little Love? We cannot see the moors today I am sorry, but maybe... we could do something else? Whatever it is you wish. Except for stupid things... I don't approve of doing any of those. There is a warrior in this clan, Stagleech. Don't go near him and ask him to show you around... bad things come of it." He didn't want to alienate the warrior but... he didn't want his kit near him either. Things tended to blow up when it was Stagleech who was around it.