Blackkit purposely devoured his vole at a slow pace, his chews easily resembling that of a cow, before his father grew angry. Blackkit flattened his ears in protest, in truth he didn't wish to leave his Clan life behind but he also loved the idea of adventure's and sight seeing.
'Perhaps it won't be that bad?' He considered. 'I'll technically be a rogue!' A smile graced his lips at the thought before he devoured the travelling herbs that Shadowshine had thrusted in his direction.
The Chocolate Pointed tom sighed, tired from having to "make" his son finish his meal before he could even give him the travelling herb. With that task down, he picked the kit up by the scruff, before padding over to Nymph. Shadowshine placed his son down gently before he lapped up his travelling herb, his paw nudged the other in Nymph's direction.