Flock Together [p]

[Mica]

Hawkfur
WindClan Fury
he/him | 53 moons
[Russet tabby with tuxedo markings and sky blue eyes]
Purrks: Flock Together T3, Beefed Up T1
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Hanged Man ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
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[Crowkit - @Oliver ] [Egretkit - @furrensic ] [Gracklekit - @ophelia ]
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Poking his head into the nursery, Hawkfur steeled himself against the familiar scents of milk and kittens as it overwhelmed him. After spending a moon straight in the nursery alongside his mate and kits, coming back to it now involved a lot of memories the Fury was still working through. It had been several days since Bravebird had passed, and since then Crowtooth had become deputy, Hawkfur had slowly slipped back into his duties, and life continued on. As much as Hawkfur wanted to slam the walls down over the memories of his beloved to keep them pristine and unmarred by depression, he had a new responsibility to uphold.

Three new responsibilities, actually. "Crowkit, Egretkit, Gracklekit!" Hawkfur whispered, azure gaze seeking out his kits. They were rapidly approaching two moons old now, and Hawkfur felt himself reeling at how big they were already getting. Once he was sure he'd gotten their attentions, Hawkfur gave them all a soft, fatherly smile. "Come outside, loves. I've got something to show you."

Slipping back out of the den, Hawkfur came face to face with the three gifts he had aqquired out on the moors. Well, one of them had come from RiverClan's territory, but since the river cats hadn't returned yet, he considered whatever was on their land fair game. Hawkfur swept his tail over the gifts, hiding them from view of his beloved sons and daughter as they tumbled out of the nursery.

[And thus, finally, bonding time begins <3]

[ophelia]

[ @Mica @Oliver @furrensic ]

GRACKLEKIT

The pale brown kitten's ears perked up at the familiar voice. Blinking groggy eyes, he stirred from his napping spot, regretful to leave the warmth behind. "C'mon, dummies!" he crowed cheekily at his siblings, getting to his tiny paws. He shook out his pelt briefly, blissfully unaware of the smushed fur around the right side of his face.

Excitement growing, the tom bounded out of the den, skidding to a stop in front of his father. "What is it?" he inquired, leaning forward eagerly. His mind immediately begin going through the possibilities. Yummy prey maybe? No, that was just his stomach talking. That wasn't nearly cool enough. The fang of a Tigerclan warrior!!!! Okay, maybe that was asking for too much.