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Originally Posted by Ivy
Rainkit mewed pitifully as he pressed his now damp fur against his mother's soft one. He raised his head expecting to see his father gazing at his kits wit worry. "Snowyfur, where's Dad? We left him with you, right?" He asked trying to stand up, but was too shaken to do that. The small kit looked at his uncle. "Is he playing hide n seek?" He asked excitedly, remembering his father would do that. Rainiit looked around jovially, but saw there was no trace, nor smell of his beloved father. Once he realized Fogfur was well, not with them, he looked to his mother for answers. After all, Fogfur was her mate and mates knew everything about each other, right?! [I]She must know where he is![I]Rainkit thought, happily as he gazed up at her with hopeful eyes. |
Snowyfur blinked down gently at her young kit, "I woke up to find all of you gone, I assumed daddy was with you." The thought had never struck the queen that Fogfur never went with her other kin, and she glanced accusingly at Cloudyfoot, who she suspected had caused it. Cloudyfoot, though, glared at Snowyfur, not daring to let a growl escape his maw. "Fogfur didn't want to join us on our little expedition, so we left him behind." Cloudyfoot was obviously furious that Snowyfur had suspected him of her mate's disaperence. The senior warrior kept an even tone, though, not letting any aggression seep out of his voice, though his amber eyes were ablaze.
Arctickit, a little nervous due to his uncle's anger building up inside, spoke in a small squeak, that could barely be heard above the anger rising between the two siblings. "I thought I saw him by the river, and when we saw Bayclaw." Cloudyfoot whipped towards Arctickit, which made the young kit wince away into his mother's pelt.
Snowyfur shot a glare at her brother, who's sorrow was begining to show in his amber eyes. The queen started cleaning Arctikit, trying to convince him that everything was alright, though she never took her glare off of Cloudyfoot.
Finally, Arctickit peeked out of his mother's pelt, and glanced up at Cloudyfoot with fright, as though he expected his uncle to slash his muzzle. Cloudyfoot looked back at Snowyfur, his eyes showing nothing except remorse at the fact that he had hurt his nephew mentally. "Then I guess he'll show up sooner or later," he mewed gently, his amber eyes flickering towards his nephews' small forms.