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How in the dark forest did he get to this point? The tiny bundles squirmed between his jaws and he winced as one kicked him square in the chest, though he continued climbing the steep mountainside toward WinterClan's camp. Did he do something unforgivable in a past life and now he was paying for it? Another kick. He tried to glare at the little one as best he could but it only resulted in straining his eye and he winced as the first sharp slice of an incoming migraine slid through his skull. He had given up grumbling grumpily through the fur of their scruffs in his mouth; it had only resulted in them crying and he didn't want to deal with that again. They were already upset at being in the cold and snow. He didn't blame them. It sucked.
Stopping at the nursery entrance, he looked around, the only sign that he was truly panicking being the way his eyes were unnaturally wide. He inhaled a deep breath, his face contorting into a perfect impression of grumpy cat.
He looked down at the shivering bundles and cursed, shoving them inside the nursery and into a nest, curling into the empty pile of moss and wrapping his body around them to warm them. He knew he was more than likely unwelcome in here, but he couldn't leave them alone; not now. He wasn't heartless; there was a part of him that worried for them.
But another part of him worried for himself. He could still hear her words.
I'm sorry, Ghoulmask, I just can't do it. I tried but. They belong with you.
What are you saying?
You're a father now.
She could rot for all he cared.
THE LITTER –
LIONKIT { snarl – ♂︎ based upon scar from the lion king. ambitious, conniving, manipulative, cowardly. CLAIMED BY indy
DRAGONKIT { fable – ♀︎ based upon maleficent from sleeping beauty. sophisticated, regal, uncooperative, malicious, narcissistic. CLAIMED BY @sinful
BLACKKIT { sea – ♀︎ based upon ursula from the little mermaid. dark humor, manipulative, sarcastic, chaotic evil.
SNAKEKIT { charm – ♂︎ based upon jafar from aladdin. a diagnosed psychopath. manipulative, possessive, easily jealous.
AZUREKIT { flame – ♂︎ based upon hades from hercules. cynical, sarcastic, manipulative, ruthless, anger issues. CLAIMED BY @oceanix
BIRTH MOTHER: Some random rogue Ghoul used to cool his jets
FATHER: Ghoulmask
(ADOPTED) SECOND FATHER: Specklepelt
If you are not active with these kits and do not post their bios to the joining thread within three days, I reserve the right to reclaim them.
Specklepelt couldn't sleep. He stirred in his nest and tried so hard but nothing he did worked. As the small tom was about to slink out of the soldiers den, his sight caught the silhouette of his half-mate with a bundle of kittens stuck in his maw, sliding his own way silently into the nursery.
Wait, kittens?
The mottled tom made his way to the nursery fast yet as quiet as he could, poking his head in to see for himself if his eyes were just deceiving him or not. But no- it was real- Ghoulmask was tucked in the nursery with five little kittens snuggled around his body.
"Ghoulie? What are you doing in here?" He whispered lightly, stepping in but not trying to disturb the queens with their own kits.
Ghoulmask looked up sharply, gaze fixing on Specklepelt’s.
“The dung-“ He started heatedly before stopping himself and inhaling a deep breath, being mindful of the bundles slowly falling to sleep, “The girl I was seeing? She dropped me off a present.” He looked down at the kits. “I wish I could’ve scraped her ears off.” He controlled the growl that threatened to enter his voice. “But before I knew it she was gone and I was stuck trying to lug these... ones. Up the hill.”
The soldier frowned greatly. "Oh... Ghoul.... I'm so sorry." He came closer, trying to touch noses with the tom yet Ghoulmask just pulled away. Specklepelt sighed, then put his gaze on the kits. They were newborn, just barely even able to understand their father's rage and regret. They would need someone to watch them and love them and want them when Ghoulmask and whoever their wretched mother was didn't.
They needed Specklepelt.
On instinct, the small tom crept into the nest and wrapped himself around on the other side of Ghoulmask, putting the kits in between their bodies. His head lowered near Ghoulmasks and his tail lay lightly over the kits small sleeping heads. He closed his golden eyes and purred.
[ yours! remember to post to the joining thread within three days & abide by the activity expectations ♥ ]
Ghoulmask reared back a bit at the tom’s abrasive move before staring at him with narrowed eyes, slowly forcing himself to calm his heartrate and relax his muscles even as Specklepelt settled himself uncomfortably close to himself and his children. His sapphire eyes glanced down at the litter and despite himself a bizarre, small warmth entered his chilled heart. He frowned at the idea.
“What are you doing?” He muttered, keeping his words under his breath, “Why are you here? What’s your plan?”
There was no heat in his tone. The usual agitation, yes, but it could be considered almost fondly exasperated.
A slight chuckle escaped his lips before a small sigh. "You don't want them. The mother didn't want them. They need someone to want them, don't they?" Half-open eyes drifted lazily up to Ghoulmask with a slight smile tugging at his maw. "I want them. I want to want them. I'll be who they need when they have no one else."
Despite the truth in the soldier's words, Ghoulmask found his hackles beginning to raise at the accusation. "Who says I don't want them?" He asked with narrowing eyes. He stubbornly looked down at the kits nestled into his belly fur, yet didn't respond when the tom seemed to insert himself into their lives. Even deeper into his life. Who was he to say no? He'd need a babysitter for them while he was out doing what knights do. He sighed and rested his head on his paws, closing his eyes.
You don't understand a thing. He thought to himself.
[ Yours! Please make sure to abide by the activity expectations & get his bio up on the joining thread within the next three days. ♥ Welcome to Classic, by the way!
That's really up to your interpretation. Ghoulmask is a fluffy, long-haired white tom with sapphire blue eyes and the rogue was a black and white mottled she-cat with green eyes. ]
