Fatherhood was surreal. It left Huckleberryroot feeling like he was on cloud 9. A warm fuzzy feeling encompassed his heart when he first laid eyes on the tiny squirming bodies of his kits and instantly the large tom fell in love. He had let Berrychirp name their kits for it was the least he could do given their previous failed attempts, even if they resembled Hornetcall's name a little too much for his liking. No words could describe how happy he was or the amount of love he felt towards his kits. They were his everything, perhaps even more than Berrychirp was, however, he'd never tell her that outloud - even if she would just laugh good naturely. It was rather obvious how Huckleberryroot fawned over his kits, a complete stranger could tell you that he was an absolute love sick fool and Huckleberryroot didn't deny it one bit. Instead he wore it proudly and if given the chance would gush all over his kits - much to others annoyance.
However, that didn't stop the nagging voice of suspicion in the back of his head, especially whenever he looked at little Beekit. While Huckleberryroot loved his son there was just an uncanny resemblance he held to his uncle, Hornetcall. And while the older warrior didn't like to entertain such an idea it was hard not too when the clan whispered behind his back - even when he'd snap at the cats who dared to paint Berrychirp in a bad light and claim his kits where indeed not his. It hurt to think others would think so negatively. Huckleberryroot would have thought they would be happy for him, especially after struggling to conceive. Starclan had blessed them, surely that was good enough?
Huckleberryroot shook the thoughts from his mind, dispelling such thoughts from his mind. Today was supposed to be a good day. Today he'd been watching Honeykit and Beekit while his lovely mate, Berrychirp, took the time to stretch her legs. This left him grooming Beekit (for some reason the little tom-kit was always messy), who was safely curled and held down around his massive paws, while simultaneously keeping a close eye on Honeykit, who happened to be playing with his tail. Not that Huckleberryroot minded in the least. "No matter how many baths you get you always end up dirtier than before," Huckleberryroot chuckled good-naturedly at his son after a particular quick swipe of his rough tongue. Sharp pain in his tail had Huck turning to glare sharply at Honeykit, who he found had a mouthful of his tail. A gentle shake of his head and Huckleberryroot forgot to admonish his daughter. "And the mighty lioness strikes again! Ahhhhh, you got me!" Huckleberryroot drawled out dramatically while rolling over onto his back. "Run Beekit, run! Go find your mother while I hold off the attack." The older tom let his son go from his clutches and laughed away.
Truly Huckleberryroot couldn't have asked for more. To him his kits were everything.
I hope she'll be a fool[break] a beautiful little fool
[attr=class,punkisavelighttext] Beekit grumbled as his father's rough tongue scraped his sides. How many times a day does a cat need a bath? It must have been at least three times today. His parents seemed obsessed with grooming him while his sister got away so easily. He thought he had got a break from all this grooming after Berrychirp left them with their father, but it looks like Huckleberryroot had the exact same plans for him. Beekit groaned and shook himself, ruffling his fur again and undoing all of Huckleberryroot's hard work. [break][break]
Starclan had blessed them, surely that was good enough? His father spoke rather absentmindedly.[break][break]
"What's StarClan? And who's Horn Net Coll?" Beekit looked up at Huckleberryroot and tilted his head at his father's random words. His dad was always spewing the randomest stuff. Beekit always just assumed he was too young to understand it all. Warriors were strange, after all. He was only two moons old and had hardly left the nursery enough to interact with the Clan. Berrychirp and Honeykit were the ones he spent the most time with. Of course, Huckleberryroot was a caring father to him and Beekit certainly enjoyed the attention.[break][break]
Honeykit's yowl caught his attention, followed by Huckleberryroot's transition into a playfight. Determination surged up in him and Beekit growled, "What makes you think I can't fight off the mighty lionness?!" [break][break]
With that, he threw himself at Honeykit, eyes shining with delight. Kits seemed to have endless energy. However, Beekit was not the most coordinated cat. He missed Honeykit and tripped over Huckleberryroot's tail, landing face first on the ground. He gave a pained mew and slumped against the grass. He never won playfights for some reason...[break][break]
here he bee
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Squeaking loudly, the small fae propelled herself onto the large beast. The she-kit's tiny paws batting at the fluffiness that was Huckleberryroot's tail. The tom was a dark muddy brown with big stripes and large portions of white. He looked nothing like Honeykit, but the thought seemed far from the little one's mind at the time of the attack on the tail. The she-kit cast a quick glimpse across to her brother; also a creamy ginger in hue. The tom, Beekit was bathed thoroughly. Far more than she. Honeykit giggled, sending her brother a small smirk. Honeykit didn't know how she had managed to escape mum and dad's constant baths, but she had. Perhaps Beekit was just a silly messy tom-kit, she thought.
The she-kit went excitedly back to work, her mouth closing down around the fluffy beast. The she-kit squealed as she got a mouthful of father's fur. Huckleberryroot's sharp glare caused the feline to freeze instinctively; she had never made her father angry before...Was now the time? However the incident seemed to roll off his shoulders like raindrops. Before she could react, the tom was demanding Beekit run from the mighty lioness. Honeykit felt a sudden twist of excitement flood through her veins. Lions were pretty; or so she had heard in stories. Big golden creatures. She yowled loudly - as loudly as she could muster, before launching herself back at her father. "Beware! The mighty lioness should be feared!" She cried.
The she-kit bolted her head up as Beekit chirped away, replying to father's unusual absent rambles. "Horn net call?" She replied, lifting her head up amidst the battle. Before she could manage another word, Beekit came hurling towards her. The tom however, severely missed. "You're a clumsy cat, Beekit!" She teased. Beekit was her brother and even though he never seemed to win at playfights, she still loved him. The young fae eyed up the golden male's tail. Without another word, she launched at the tom's tail and began to bat at it with her creamy paws.
Anyone who saw Berrychirp could see the difference about her with ease. Even amid the chaos of the Spore and the merge between former enemies turned tentative allies, she seemed to shine with an air of pride and warmth all the same. The sadness that once radiated around her seemed entirely gone, and while in the barest moments she might hesitate, or even flinch slightly at the venomous whispers that caused a shadow of doubt within her own mind...she was happy. Deliriously so, even. She had waited all her life for kits, and after losing so many, after so much pain and sadness, she had almost lost hope. She had been terrified throughout her pregnancy, truly. Even a blind cat would be able to sense the fear, the caution, the strangeness with which she barely left the nursery, let nothing brush against her stomach, had the medicine cat check her often where other queens would show them away at the insistence...yet she could not help it.
The thought of losing another litter...she was sure it would break her. She did not think she could go through the pain of that again. She had already decided she was done. She had surrendered to the lost hope, tried to force herself to accept that maybe...she was just never meant to be a mother. To think of that truth being confirmed yet again in such a way as it had so many times, she had almost wished to never have been pregnant in the first place.
Yet...there they were. Her two precious bundles of joy. And not only that, there were others. Not hers, but she loved the two darlings all the same, even if they were not nearly as happy and lively as her own. She wanted better for them...but there was only so much she could do. For now, she was just glad that Starclan had not forsaken her after all. She was a mother now, and it felt right in every part of her being.
Even as she heard their squeals of laughter from across the camp, she found herself purring fondly, eyes shining brighter than they had since her first ever pregnancy. Her little lights were wide awake, it seemed, much unlike how she had left them that morning when she nuzzled them goodbye and left them with their father. She could still hear their sleepy little mews in her mind, so different from the yowls of play she could hear with her ears.
Despite the rumors, there were still those - mostly she-cats, especially those who had watched her mourn her many lost litters - were relieved to see her finally embracing motherhood. They may not have ached alongside her quite as closely as her mate and sister, but they were mothers and daughters all the same - they knew that love she had desired so much, and could sense the pain she felt in losing it over and over until she was afraid to so much as hope for it.
Now it was hers, and life could not have been kinder.
Making her way into the nursery, Berrychirp's gaze swept across the scene, not at all surprised to see her mate fumbling around on the floor with their two precious kits scrambling over him. Or, she assumed that's what they were doing before Beekit must have tripped over his paws again and Honeykit had sought the opportunity to pin him.
Laughing softly, Berrychirp leaned down and gently lifted her son to his paws, before giving her daughter a loving rasp of her tongue across her ear. "You know..." she 'whispered' to them, though truly it was loud enough for Huckleberryroot to hear and she knew it. "Between the three of us, I think we have a good chance against your father." With an inviting sweep of her tail in gesture for the kits to make their moves, the queen took on the warrior crouch she had not assumed in moons and batted a playful paw toward her mate's head.
"Oh great tiger, you may be strong," she said, putting on a show for her kits as she circled him with a lash of her tail, "but you are no match for three mighty lions!" With that said, she playfully lunged toward him, aiming to knock her mate back down before he could stabilize himself properly.
[attr="class","bandittext"]She'd pleaded for him to see them, and Hornetcall, however hesitant he'd been, poked his head timidly into the nursery to see the little bundles of fur nuzzled into her flank, squeals and grunts filling the air. He recognized the two that were hers almost instantly, little bundles of gold that nuzzled into her side happily as they ate. And he stared at them, the fear in his mind that he'd subsided for a short while returning. Were they... were they his? He stared, open mouthed for several moments at the little kits, his heart pounding in his chest. Berrychirp had smiled, and insisted that he continue to come around to see them. But it'd been two months since that day.
Two months since he wondered if he'd destroyed the only happiness that Huckleberryroot had ever seen to know and given Berrychirp the world. The world he'd hoped he could have been apart of.
Looking at them, it had been so hard to tell. They both were spitting images of him, but he did his best not to make assumptions. After all, Huckleberryroot was his brother. Maybe it wasn't all that uncommon? Maybe it was possible that they were Huckleberryroot's and this was all in his head.
It was about a week later that the rumors started to float around camp. That the little ginger kits didn't quite match up to the sire that Berrychirp was parading with. But every cat that pulled him aside to ask was met with a blank stare and a swift denial and a threat. 'She's with my brother, I would never. And if you speak ill of her again, it'll be the last thing you do.' He was silently doing what he could to protect the honor of Berrychirp and stop the spread of rumors, but even the tom had his doubts. They'd made a mistake - one that as he looked back on now, he wondered silently if he'd do it again. Her happiness meant the world to him and if these kits did it, he'd do it again - he was certain of that. But if Huckleberryroot was the father... well what had he done except been a terrible friend and brother.
The weight of that sat on his shoulders and there were times where it felt hard to breathe, but he kept his head held high in hopes that the truth would be clear to him soon. Though he wasn't sure what that would mean and if he was the father, well what would he do then?
As he entered camp, Hornetcall was surprised to hear quite a loud commotion coming from near the nursery. There was the light laughter of kits and warriors alike and as much as he knew he shouldn't have, his curiosity drew him to the scene where he found Huckleberryroot surrounded by his kits and mate, and the threat that the lions would take down the mighty tiger. His brow cocked at the sight, it had been so many moons since he'd seen Huckleberryroot play like this - when they'd been kits themselves, actually was the last time he could remember. And Berrychirp was so full of life it brought a warmth to his chest that he hadn't felt in awhile. And before he could turn himself away from the scene, the kit that looked most like him, Beekit, pounced forward toward Huckleberryroot and a chuckle sounded from the tom. It wasn't a loud one, but certainly enough to get the attention of the rowdy group. "Berrychirp, it's unkind to pit three on one." He offered, though he was hesitant to step forward to aid Huckleberryroot for a number of reasons. Part of him knew that he shouldn't be here, that leaving was best. But he feared that if they were his, he'd never have the opportunity to know them if he didn't start trying.
So he apprehensively moved closer, lowering himself to a crouch near Huckleberryroot, offering his aid. He hoped against hope that at least for this moment, they could put this aside. Staring down at those little bundles of fur, for the first time in moons, his heart felt warm.
Huckleberryroot frowned as Beekit shook out his fur, ruffling his fur and ruining all of the massive brown and white tom's hard work. He was disgruntled about it, but alas he couldn't stay mad at the tom-kit when he looked at Huckleberryroot, eyes wide in curiosity as he asked what starclan was and who Hornetcall was. 'I guess Berrychirp hasn't talked to them about starclan yet,' Huckleberryroot thought to himself. Which in all honesty was understandable. Honeykit and Beekit were only two moons old and as such he doubted the two would be able to understand the full magnitude of what starclan represented to the clans and the warriors of said clans. Which ones fine and as a result, he decided to ignore that question. They were not yet ready for that concept. However, Huckleberryroot was confused as to why they didn't know who their uncle was. He had figured Berrychirp would at least mention the tom to their kits, after all, he was family, and no matter how much Huckleberryroot was at odds with the golden white tom, he didn't want his kits growing up not knowing the full scope of their family. 'Does that mean they don't know who Blossomshine is? I'll have to talk to Berrychirp later.' And once again Huckleberryroot was lost in his thoughts. Shaking himself free the tom looked down to his son, "Hornetcall is your uncle. He is also my brother. You both also have an aunt, your mother's sister, Blossomshine." The tom-cat spoke softly before continuing. "Hornetcall is hard to miss. His pelt is just like yours Beekit! And he's just as big as me, truly hard to miss." Huckleberryroot chuckled as he looked at both Honeykit and Beekit. 'It's truly odd how closely Beekit resembles Hornetcall...' A frown formed on Huckleberryroot's maw before he quickly smiled, hoping the kits didn't notice his disappointment.
A high pitch yowl reached the toms ears. Honeykit. The yowl was followed shortly after by a chirp of a growl. Beekit.'Cute.' Huckleberryroot thought fondly as he watched Beekit propel himself forward, only to miss his sister... by a mile, tripping over Huck's fluffy tail. Huckleberryroot shook his head, a clear smile on his face as he cooed out towards his son, "we'll have to work on that pounce of yours buddy." His deep doleful brown eyes watched Honeykit pin her brother down, batting at his tail all the while.
And then the melodic voice of his mate reached his ears, followed by her familiar scent wafting towards his nose. A rumbling of a purr echoed in his chest - almost sounding like thunder given how loud it was - as he watched the love of his life pick up their son and whisper to their kits. Huckleberryroot feigned disinterest as he gave his chest fur a few licks, bushy tail sweeping the ground as moss, died debris, and leaves clung to it. However, the grin on his muzzle gave away his act. His brown eyes glinted in mirth as he watched his mate assume a hunters crouch, albeit a tad rusty given the neglect she's given it. The warrior happily played along by rolling onto his side, head cocked towards his family, and one paw hanging limply in the air. His belly was exposed, giving his mate and kits a solid chance at being able to pounce and pin him. "We'll just have to see about that! Nobody can pin such a mighty tiger such as I!" Huckleberryroot laughed out as he awaited their kit's reaction.
Only something utterly unexpected happened. Hornetcall came. The tom cast his brother a side look, his smile turning into a frown as his mind moved a mile a minute. His body tensed, but one good look at Beekit and Honeykit had him smiling again, albeit a little tensely but no less genuine. 'For them.'
And so Huckleberryroot cast his brother a look, a look that suggested he get into character and follow along. "And the tigers brother joins! How can three mighty lions stand up to such powerful tigers?!" Huckleberryroot wailed out dramatically as he quickly stood up and crouched down next to his brother. "You have my back and I have your's, eh? Just like the good ol' days!"
I hope she'll be a fool[break] a beautiful little fool
[attr=class,punkisavelighttext] It's truly odd how closely Beekit resembles Hornetcall... Huckleberryroot ended his description of Hornetcall, confusing Beekit. The small ginger tom looked up at his father, eyes wide and curious. Why was it weird that he looked like his uncle? Beekit often spent too long thinking about Huckleberryroot's nonsensical statements. He was naive and put too much thought into every single thing his parents said. [break][break]
Beekit was glad to see Berrychirp arrive and rescue him from Honeykit's superior playfighting skills. Every time he attempted what he thought was a perfect pounce, Beekit would somehow end up with his face in the sand. He was hesitant to try again, but perhaps it would go better now that his mother was here to guide him. Under Berrychirp's encouragement, Beekit tried again, preparing to pounce at his father's exposed belly.[break][break]
"Am I mighty lion too?" he grinned at Berrychirp's compliment. "What's a lion, Berrychirp? I've never seen one..."[break][break]
As the other cats lunged at Huckleberryroot, Beekit held back. Out of the corner of his eye, he had spotted a large ginger tom. It caught his attention and distracted the easily gullible kit. Beekit was a shy to strangers and certainly was not going to display his clumsy fighting skills in front of them. He backed up against his mother's leg and stared, wide-eyed at the tom, the furs on his tiny back standing on end. In addition, this cat was huge.[break][break]
"I-is that a lion?" he stammered at the towering tom cat. Then the realization came over him based on his father's recent description.
As the cat drew closer to them and offered to join the playfight, even a two moon old kit could not miss the uncanny resemblance. His face grew hot with embarrassment for not recognizing his own family. "Oh! Are you Horn Net Coll? A-are you my uncle? Huckleberryroot said I look a lot like you and it's truly odd."
Honeykit batted at her brother's fuzzy tail, listening tentatively as he explained who 'Horn Net Coll' was. Hornetcall, was his actual name. And he was kin! And they had more kin, someone called Blossomshine. Honeykit lifted an ear up as Huckleberryroot explained that Beekit looked just like Hornetcall. Honeykit didn't know whether that was in fact normal or not and so simply continued on with the game. Although she was aware that both she and Beekit were variations of ginger and father was a deep, muddy brown. "Beekit, we are the lions!" She declared as she prodded her pink nose at his flaming orange fur.
The familiar scent of mother lingered under the creamy fae's nose. Jerking her head upwards, she saw the beautiful tortoiseshell known as Berrychirp. A gentle purr rumbled out of the tiny kit as a tongue swept over Honeykit's head. Mother's sudden enthusiasm in the game made the whole ordeal that much more exciting. Honeykit cheered loudly as the tortoiseshell lunged towards the tiger. "The three lions have got you!" Honeykit cried out as she lowered herself down again and wiggled her rump. Clumsily, she pounced again, this time aiming yet again for Huckleberryroot's tail.
The noise coming from within the nursery was drowned out to Honeykit. She was not aware, nor cared how much commotion was really going on. The small kit was focused on having fun and playing with her family. However, she managed to hear the meows of a large white and golden colored tom. The tom seemed to know both Berrychirp and Huckleberryroot, but she was unsure who he was. Honeykit offered a chirp of excitement to the tom before saying 'hi' and turning back to focus on the tiger's tail.
Father's attention shifted to the big tom who had just entered; Beekit seemed fascinated, wondering if the great towering male was in fact a lion. After a few moments, the realization hit Honeykit. "Oh! That is Horn Net Coll! Err, Hornetcall," she meowed as she fumbled over her own words. The she-kit completely unaware that Beekit had already made that connection. The young kit focused on him and Beekit, her squealing and excitement suddenly ceased as Beekit mentioned that he looked like Hornetcall and that it was odd. "Is it odd?" She asked, venturing her gaze back to her father, Huckleberryroot. Honeykit didn't really understand if it was odd or not, but if Beekit thought it was odd, it must be odd. "Does that mean I look like Blossomshine? What does she look like?" Questions suddenly flooded the young kit's mind. How come she didn't look like mom, with her black and white patches? Why was she not brown like father? She erected her ears, excitedly wanting answers about the colours of the family.
Berrychirp washed, amused, as her mate feigned ignorance to the situation at paw. As though he did not know his mate was rallying her little warriors to take him down whilst he flattened a stubborn spike of fur on his chest. Honeykit was quick to dive into the play fight, and the harmlessness of the situation allowed Berrychirp to respond to her son's question even as she too partook in the waging battle.
"Lions are great big golden cats stronger than you will ever see, with mighty roars, who could take down a great pack of dogs all by themselves," she purred out, recalling the tales she had been told of the ancient feline beasts from which they supposedly descended. Not that she really believed they existed, but every kit was raised on the tales of their might and far be it for her to break such a tradition. "Tigers are just as big and strong, but with big black and orange stripes all over their bodies."
Aiming a playful swat toward her mate, Berrychirp dodged back from his own harmlessly playful blow of return, intending to encourage Beekit to take the opportunity to strike while his father was distracted. "Tigers and Lions were great rivals, but if an enemy came along and they banded together, nothing could ever beat them."
It was that moment Berrychirp felt a bump against her leg. At first she had figured it was Beekit making another of his notoriously clumsy pounces and fumbling into her, but his chirped question was answered by a familiar chuckle that saw the queen pausing. For a moment she froze, her gaze flitting cautiously between the brothers as though she expected them to dive at each others' throats in front of the kits, before she relaxed as they both glanced at the kits and fell into the game.
"Oh, Hornetcall, come join us!" Tension relieved, Berrychirp offered Hornetcall a welcoming smile, purr rumbling out in greeting as she nudged Beekit in hopes of relaxing him a little as well. "Yes little ones, this is your uncle Hornetcall, he came to see you when you were very little," she told them gently, before her ear flicked to catch Honeykit's own query. She could not help but wince slightly at the fact the kits did not know their own aunt...the sisters had been so close, it worried Berrychirp so much to have Blossomshine locked away and sick in quarantine.
Still, the willed a gentle smile back to her face, even if it was a little sadder than before. "Blossomshine looks like me but with a lot more white and orange than I have, I told you about her before remember? You will be just as pretty as her when you grow up though, Honeykit. She is my sister and we are very close, just like you and Beekit are," she offered, tone slipping into something apologetic as she nuzzled her daughter. "Blossomshine is not feeling well right now, but when she gets better, I bet you will see her almost every day." Eyes sparkling fondly at the thought, Berrychirp blinked away the water in her eyes at the possibility of not seeing that day, before attempting to direct the conversation back to the ease of play.
"Now, don't tell me my lions have gotten distracted from fighting off these tigers? There are two of them now so we have to be careful."
[attr="class","bandittext"]Hornetcall paid little attention to the jab that Huckleberryroot provided as he joined him at his side, his mind was too preoccupied with the way the little ginger kit that looked like him reacted to his sudden appearance. The fear, then the realization. And then, the words that apparently Huckleberryroot had said? Tilting his head, he turned his gaze on his brother, narrowing slightly. Why in the name of StarClan would you bring that up to a kit? He practically hissed, but as the tom often did, he withheld his outbursts and simply replied, a forced chuckle lightening the mood. “Hornetcall.” He corrected gently. “Yes, Huckleberryroot is my… brother.” He stumbled over the word, something he hadn’t openly admitted in quite some time. Unless you counted the times that he’d used it condescendingly. Though as Berrychirp explained further about him and how Blossomshine looked nothing like Honeykit, the tom found himself shifting awkwardly from paw to paw.
He’d always been rather diplomatic - stumbling with his words just wasn’t something that Hornetcall did. Sure he got nervous, but his vocabulary had always been impeccable and he was quick to adjust himself for any conversation and keep a level head. But with these kits and the questions they asked, questions he didn’t have the answer to, the ginger tom found himself at a loss for words.
And on top of that, as they had really only just met him, it didn’t seem like something he should speak to. So the tom allowed Berrychirp and Huckleberryroot the opportunity to explain themselves. He took a small step away from his brother, creating distance between them - however slight. While the kits might not have noticed it, he was sure Berrychirp might.
“This just goes to show you that Tigers are better than Lions.” He teased, attempting to reign the kits back in instead of allowing this confusing conversation to continue. Though he couldn’t help but wonder. Are they mine, Berrychirp?
At Beekit's reaction towards his brothers appearance Huckleberryroot couldn't help but coo out encouragingly. A small smile tugged at the corner of his muzzle, finding Beekit's entire reaction both adorable and funny. At his inquiry the brown and white tabby couldn't help the bark of laughter that slipped past his tightly pressed lips. "If only," he responded, content to let Berrychirp answer both of the kits question about lions and tigers as he eyed his brother from the corner of his eye questioningly catching on to the look the ginger tom sent his way. The tom sent a sharp glare in response to his brothers look, looking much like a warning to watch where you tread and I'm just as clueless as you. The simple shrug Huck gave Hornetcall only seemed to reinforce his own cluelessness, especially since he had thought it but had no spoken it out loud and was just as curious to know how Beekit knew what he was thinking.
But what really caught the toms attention was Hornetcall stumbling over calling him brother. It sent a mixed reaction through him. On one paw he was disturbed that Hornetcall hesitated to label him as a brother. Were they so far gone that Hornetcall did not want to claim relations to him even when Huckleberryroot still considered themselves family? No matter what happened between them they would still share the same blood. No amount of illusions would change that. However, on the other paw Huckleberryroot could relate. Neither asked to be siblings and yet here they were. Born from the same mother and father and no amount of anger and hatred will be able to change that. A flick of an ear was all Huckleberryroot gave in response to Hornetcall, though the tightening of his lips and distant look he had all but said how uncomfortable he was and ignorant to the awkward shuffle of paws displayed by Hornetcall.
He ignored his brother subtle shifting away from him and instead gruffly said, "ask your mother. Mother knows best," he couldn't help but quote his father's own words when he or Hornetcall (more like himself) asked embarrassing or uncomfortable questions that he didn't want to answer. It was at this time that Huckleberryroot truly understood why his father always redirected him to ask his mother questions and the convenience of it all didn't escape him. A rumbling chuckle left him from the thought, briefly shooting his mate an apologizing look. Though his wide smile really took away from the look. He wasn't fully sorry, but sorry enough to apologize. Hopefully he wouldn't get a cuffed ear in retaliation to his lack of sincerity and effectively putting Berrychirp on spot.
Just as quickly he diverted his attention back onto his kits, a mischievous look crossing his features as he watched Honeykit land on his tail. He nudged the tiny she-kit with his nose, trying to put her on her back before grabbing her with his large paws and pulling her golden body into his thick chest fur. He plopped down onto his stomach, purring quite loudly as he snuggled and coddled her, completely content to just hold her, perhaps a tad possessively. "Hornetcall's right. This is why tigers always win," he couldn't help but chuckle out, ignoring Berrychirp and Beekit and leaving them an opening to attack. If they could get past Hornetcall that was.
I hope she'll be a fool[break] a beautiful little fool
[attr=class,punkisavelighttext] The echo of many voices around him confused Beekit. They were all saying such weird things about him! He did not understand any of it, but it certainly made him uncomfortable. Head whipping from side to side, Beekit tried desperately to keep up with his family's conversation while shutting out the loud noises from the rest of the camp. How chaotic! He shied away from Hornetcall, the towering new stranger that was supposed to be his uncle. He wanted more than anything to go take a nap in the nursery with just Berrychirp. [break][break] "What's tigers? I've never seen a tiger..." he gave a soft mew and looked up at his mother for guidance. Beekit knew he was supposed to play fight, but he was a shy kit. It was confusing for him to show of his weakness at fighting in front of them all. But he had to give it a go! With a huff, Beekit dashed away from his mother and launched himself at his massive orange uncle.[break][break]
Bonk. The round fluffy tom's headbutt bounced rather harmlessly off of Hornetcall's chest. He recoiled from the impact and tripped over his hindpaws, falling onto his back with a startled yowl. Belly up, he scrambled wildly for his footing, messing up his father's grooming just moments before. [break][break]
When he finally got up, Beekit looked up at all the cats staring down at him and wanted to disappear.[break][break] "I-I don't want to fight the l-lion," he stammered nervously at being the center of attention. He rubbed his sore head from the unsuccessful headbutt. Beekit had tried his best, but he was sure that if Honeykit had attacked, they would have been more impressed. With a sigh, Beekit realized he still didn't really understand what a lion was, or what a tiger was. But he accepted that this was just something the adult cats knew about and he was too young to understand.
Honeykit listened with fascination as Berrychirp explained what lions looked like. Apparently they were great, big, golden creatures with mighty roars. At the mention of roars, Honeykit let out a high pitched squeal as she attempted her own roar. In her mind, it was definitely very mighty and very strong sounding. She smiled, impressed with her skills before shifting her gaze to the two big toms, who mother described as tigers. In several ways, father did really look like a tiger. Not so much Hornetcall though. He looked like a lion, like Beekit and herself! She still found it strange; her family seeming to sweep over the topic about whether Beekit looking like Hornetcall was truly odd or not. The topic span out of direction, sending her mind onto the thoughts of big, wild animals.
She smiled as her mother explained more about Blossomshine. Blossomshine seemed truly beautiful, but she unfortunately missed her mother's sadness about the warrior being ill. "I hope she recovers quickly. I can't wait to meet her," she said, her eyes wide. In her mind, she imagined the miracle-cats tending to the multi-colored warrior. If they were around, surely they would be able to fix her in no time. They were after all, super clever!
As Hornetcall and Huckleberryroot claimed they were tigers and that they always won and were simply better, Honeykit frowned and poked a paw at Hornetcall. "You can't be a tiger! You're more golden than black! You must be a lion like us!" She cried out, a big cheeky grin smeared across her features. "Dad is the tiger!" She playfully bowed and wiggled her rump, as if readying herself to pounce yet again. Honeykit loved playing; she loved jumping on others and having snuggles in their soft, long pelts. She stopped mid-pounce though, her eyes sliding across to Beekit who seemed to have hurt himself. She scrambled across to him and nudged his flank with her pink nose, "You okay, brother? Maybe it's time for a nap," she said softly. Honeykit had endless energy, although she was very affectionate and would pass up any and all play-time chances for cuddles with her family or even her brother.