A father's comfort
Lightening crashed across the black night sky while rained plummeted to the ground. Deep in the nursery a small kit sat curled up alone in his nest with eyes wide and his fur all bristled. It sounded like the great warriors of the past were having a battle in the skies. With another flash of light and a loud crash the kit was on all paws running out of the nursery before he even knew it. He didn’t care about the rain drenching his pelt as he ran across the clearing to the Black Bird’s Perch where he slipped through the entrance slit of the leader’s den.
As another crash came down the kit let out a squeak of fear and rushed over to the larger shape sleeping in a nest in the middle of the den. Without a moment’s thought he buried his face into the dark tabby pelt taking in the comforting scent of his father. Involuntarily his little body began to shake from fear and he pressed as close as he could. The extra body heat and movement stirred Mulestar and with sleepy eyes he looked over to the see the little kit pressed against him.
“Hawkkit?” His voice was filled with confusion and he pushed his sleepy body up into a sitting position. “Why are you here?” His voice was full of genuine concern.
“I was scared. Lionclan and Tigerclan must be fighting again. I was afraid one of them would fall out of the sky and eat me!” The small kit looked up at his father with big fearful eyes. Mulestar couldn’t help but amuse at the little kit. He was tiny but he looked twice his size with his soft kit fur all fluffed up. The older cat let out a soft purr of comfort and pulled Hawkkit close to his body and a paw protectively wrapped around the delicate kit.
“Don’t worry Hawkkit. Tigerclan cat’s are not evil. They are fierce and you should strive to be like them.”
There was another strike causing Hawkkit to jump and scoot closer to the comfort of his father. He let out a little whimper and squeezed his eyes shut in hopes it would make the storm go away.
“But what if it isn’t Tigerclan? What if it is some evil coyote spirit trying to find me and eat me?”
“Hush now. You’re the kit of Mulestar and a future warrior of Muleclan. We do not cower at the paws of our enemies, even if it is an evil coyote spirit. I fully expect you to be brave and stand your ground no matter who it is.”
The kit looked up at his father, the fear in his eyes were replaced in wonder and awe. “Even though I am small? Do you think I could really do that?”
Mulestar didn’t look down at the kit as he sighed and laid back down. The kit curled up beside him still looking at his father with great awe. The fear of the storm was completely gone now. In only a few moments he’d been distracted and reassured by his father’s words.
“A good warrior will know how to use their size to their advantage and you will become a great warrior. But until you become a warrior, I will always be around to protect you little one.”
“I hope I will be as brave and strong as you one day.” The kit mumbled sleepily as his eyes began to fight to stay open. “Maybe one day I will also become clan leader just like you.”
“Yes, yes. Now go to sleep. I’m tired.” Mulestar affectionately nudged the small kit before laying his head back down and closing his own eyes to sleep. The storm outside seemed to rage on but it would not disturb the sleeping little kit anymore tonight.
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As another crash came down the kit let out a squeak of fear and rushed over to the larger shape sleeping in a nest in the middle of the den. Without a moment’s thought he buried his face into the dark tabby pelt taking in the comforting scent of his father. Involuntarily his little body began to shake from fear and he pressed as close as he could. The extra body heat and movement stirred Mulestar and with sleepy eyes he looked over to the see the little kit pressed against him.
“Hawkkit?” His voice was filled with confusion and he pushed his sleepy body up into a sitting position. “Why are you here?” His voice was full of genuine concern.
“I was scared. Lionclan and Tigerclan must be fighting again. I was afraid one of them would fall out of the sky and eat me!” The small kit looked up at his father with big fearful eyes. Mulestar couldn’t help but amuse at the little kit. He was tiny but he looked twice his size with his soft kit fur all fluffed up. The older cat let out a soft purr of comfort and pulled Hawkkit close to his body and a paw protectively wrapped around the delicate kit.
“Don’t worry Hawkkit. Tigerclan cat’s are not evil. They are fierce and you should strive to be like them.”
There was another strike causing Hawkkit to jump and scoot closer to the comfort of his father. He let out a little whimper and squeezed his eyes shut in hopes it would make the storm go away.
“But what if it isn’t Tigerclan? What if it is some evil coyote spirit trying to find me and eat me?”
“Hush now. You’re the kit of Mulestar and a future warrior of Muleclan. We do not cower at the paws of our enemies, even if it is an evil coyote spirit. I fully expect you to be brave and stand your ground no matter who it is.”
The kit looked up at his father, the fear in his eyes were replaced in wonder and awe. “Even though I am small? Do you think I could really do that?”
Mulestar didn’t look down at the kit as he sighed and laid back down. The kit curled up beside him still looking at his father with great awe. The fear of the storm was completely gone now. In only a few moments he’d been distracted and reassured by his father’s words.
“A good warrior will know how to use their size to their advantage and you will become a great warrior. But until you become a warrior, I will always be around to protect you little one.”
“I hope I will be as brave and strong as you one day.” The kit mumbled sleepily as his eyes began to fight to stay open. “Maybe one day I will also become clan leader just like you.”
“Yes, yes. Now go to sleep. I’m tired.” Mulestar affectionately nudged the small kit before laying his head back down and closing his own eyes to sleep. The storm outside seemed to rage on but it would not disturb the sleeping little kit anymore tonight.
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