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It was no secret that their youngest kit was a daddy's girl, and frankly, Bermondsey loved it. Matilde was a ball of joy, surely the cutest and smallest of them all, that even her siblings were protective of her, but everyone including her father seemed to miss the glint in her eye. Bermondsey only looked at her with pride in his green ones, after all. Of course he'd never admit it to the others, but she was the one he'd protect when trouble came along, and today was one of the days he had decided was dedicated to their youngest.
After all, one day he wouldn't be here, and his daughter needed to know how to protect herself too.
"Tilly," he greeted as he entered the room, looking around for the light-coloured kit, wondering if she was playing hide and seek again, "where are you?"
If Matilde had it her way, everyday would be Daddy-Daughter Day.
Ideally, she’d be the only aforementioned daughter, of course. It really wasn’t fair that she had to share Bermondsey with those three other… hiccups. She’d been born with a Cuckoo’s instinct: she’d just lacked the stature to go through with the fratricide. She’d learned to bare her siblings, of course, but the jealous tension never went away. Alas, this was her constant plight.
The pale hued kitten was indeed playing hide-and-seek. It was her little way of protesting Bermondsey’s lateness. Whether the Warden was actually late or not was irrelevant – Tilly was needy, and sought any outlet to express her constant discontent. It was really quite psychotic (she was aware, to her delight) – but being missing, having others searching for her, was pleasing. In those moments she was the most important kitten in the world, and their lives stopped until they found her.
Still, a few moments had ticked by, with each tick her patience grew thinner. Perhaps it was the excitement of the day ahead that drew her from her hiding spot; after a few calls of her name, Tilly decided to finally answer. “Here I am!” She announced, burst out from behind a curtain, like a fluffy snowball of hugs and kisses and cuteness. She clung to Bermondsey’s long leg and smiled up at him, happily, lovingly, expectantly. “Hello Daddy! What’re we going to do today?”
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Post by achromatic on Jan 13, 2022 18:00:34 GMT -5
Bermondsey knew she was around, he could smell the young kitten after all, but still, he played along. "Oh Tilly," he spoke in a sing-song voice, a tone so unlike him that anyone else observing would surely stop and stare, "where's my precious little snowball?" He made a dramatic show of looking around, rattling the shelves and pushing aside the furniture and old pillows, when suddenly, the ball of fluff came leaping out from behind the curtain.
A chuckle left the tom's mouth as she immediately bounded over towards him in all over her adorable clumsiness, winding around his paws as he gave her a lick of affection atop her forehead. "And here I thought you were getting eaten by the foxes," he mused, walking while the kit still clung to his paws, a smile on his face that was reserved only for his family.
"Well, there's a lot of things we could do today, what do you want to do?" he listed off, "we could go to the seaside...head to the marsh...bother some crows or go fishing...we could even head to the city if you behave properly..."
He knew that the city was a fascinating subject for all of the kits; Laertes had begged to go, but he had been more cautious then. Now that they were starting to grow into their pelts and truly walk on their own, perhaps he could start taking them on real adventures.
