just look at daddy's little girl [private]

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    "Daddy! Look what I can do!" a she-kit's voice squeaked from behind the ivy tendrils that hung before the entrance to the Nursery. A few moments later, a small head popped out accompanied by a wide grin and a mischievous glint in the baby blues of her eyes. She scurried out of the den before turning around to face the entrance again, face scrunched in a look of concentration. Without a moment of hesitation, Junekit charged towards the tendrils, pushing off with as much strength as she could muster with her hind legs, throwing her front paws forward in order to catch one of the swinging tendrils.


    However, she hadn't been expecting to miss. Though her paws managed to snag the tendril for a second, it slipped out of her grasp and had her crashing to the ground instead. She managed to splay her legs out in a star-like pattern, and though it dulled the impact, a jolt still went through her body when her paws slammed against the ground.


    "Never mind," she grumbled, glaring at the ivy tendrils as they mockingly swished and swayed before her.


    The anger very quickly turned into embarrassment as she peeked out of the Nursery, hoping her father hadn't seen the epic fail.

    Tumultdusk's small grin turned to a large frown of concern. "Are you okay, sweetie?" The deputy mewed, hurrying over to the small kitten. It was his second time being a dad, except for the first six moons of his first litter's life, he hadn't seen them.. So it was technically like he was a first time dad, and he was overly concerned about everything.


    As if to get vengeance on his daughter's failed attempt, the large brown tabby swiped at the vines with his own paw, and gave a small reassuring smile to his daughter. "There, I showed them who's boss."

    Junekit's look of embarrassment and slight discomfort turned into one of smugness. "Yeah!" she squeaked, blowing a raspberry at the hanging tendrils before giggling. Now that her daddy had showed them who's boss, there was no need to worry about them anymore. After all, Daddy was an important cat in the clan, or so she'd been told, and his word was super important. Honestly, though, Junekit wasn't sure how the clan hierarchy worked or what the word "hierarchy" even meant. She just knew that Daddy was big and strong and the best person in the world.


    "Daddy, why do I have to stay in the Nursery all the time? It's so boring in here!" In the blink of an eye, the subject was thrown in a completely opposite direction, as was customary with most kits who had a short attention span and the need for excitement all the time.

    Being around his kits always cheered the deputy up, and he wished that he had met Brielle way sooner! "Well, because it's safe in the nursery. Plus your mother and I always know where you are, and it keeps us from worrying as much." He explained, giving a gentle smile.


    Flicking his tail, Tumultusk lowered himself to his belly and started to speak in a hushed whisper. "But if you promise not to tell your mother, I'll take you out of camp and to the forest. But you have to be on your very best behaviour.


    /mobile

    "And warm," Junekit added, hunkering down into the nearest best as a breeze caused the ivy tendrils to flicker and nip at her skin. She let out a content little sigh, closing her eyes for a moment and savouring the warmth and the comforting smell her mother had left lingering in the Nursery. The moment of peace only lasted a few seconds, though. As her father leaned in close, Junekit's eyes snapped open.


    "The forest?" she asked with wide eyes, bouncing up onto the tips of her toes. "Yes! Yay! Woohoo!" With a giddy smile on her face, she bounced around the perimeter of the Nursery. When she glanced back at her father and remembered his words, she stopped and cleared her throat in an attempt to look big and tough, exactly how she saw her father as. "I promise to be on my best behaviour," she replied in as professional of a voice as she could muster, all the while attempting to hide her big, fat grin.

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    Tumultdusk's expression erupted into a grin, and he felt like a mischievous apprentice again. "Okay, c'mon let's go!" He mewed, pushing himself up and heading towards the camp exit, but walking slow enough to where Junekit could catch up with him. The brown tabby wasn't going to take her near the beach. Not yet. It was too risky, and even he was uncomfortable in the water.

    As if on a secret mission that her life depended on, Junekit waited for a moment before cautiously following Tumultdusk, keeping her belly close to the ground and tail flicking excitedly in the air. She managed to keep silent while slithering out of the den, shooting the ivy tendrils a final glare and a soft raspberry, before bouncing up onto her paws and running to catch up with him. It was hard to contain the grin on her face as they neared the camp's exit, her body buzzing with excitement. "Thank you, Daddy," she breathed, butting her head against one of his legs while grinning up at him.