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Three days had passed since Ratstar insisted on taking Pikekit and Weevilkit on a father-son bonding trip...or something. He didn't really remember much of the conversation or what led up to it nor what came after, mental barriers erecting around the memories he was still working on repressing. The patrol he took with Ratstar had unearthed some of his buried emotions, and Goldenshadow was still on edge from the encounter and the ensuing awkwardness in camp when he and the leader passed each other, which was entirely self-generated. Ratstar never spoke again of what happened that day, but the effects of it were still lingering.
Pikekit, on the other paw, was oblivious to how unsettled his father was, elated more than anything for a multitude of reasons. Not only were he and his best pal getting to go on a super cool adventure into the Deep Lands, but Ratstar and Goldenshadow were taking them! His father was going to spend time with him! "C'mon, Weevilkit! They're waitin' on us, look!" He flounced over to his friend and tugged on his ear, emphasizing with a wave of his tail the urgency of the matter, as he could see Goldenshadow at the camp entrance.
"I know! I know! Jus' gimme a minute!" Weevilkit whined as he nearly toppled over from the pulling on his ear, still in the middle of saying goodbye to his momma. Poppymask had spent nearly the entire morning fretting over him, making sure he knew which plants he could and could not touch, reminding him not to mess up the brand-new crown of snowdrop flowers he wore, and not to roughhouse or do anything that might remotely be considered dangerous; all of which were met with a chorus of 'yes momma' and 'I know, momma.' When momma finally paused mid-rant to take a breath, Weevilkit saw his chance and made a run for it, playfully nudging Pikekit as he sped past; his squirrel's-nest of a tail flowing behind him. An adventure with his pa and his best friend! This was gonna be great!
Ratstar was sitting beside Goldenshadow at the camp entrance, his tail curled around his paws to keep them warm from the snow. Every so often his one-eye would glance over to the tom next to him, and he'd struggle to stifle a laugh at how uncomfortable the warrior looked. Apparently their conversation the other day had struck a nerve more than he thought. The Summerclan leader pushed those thoughts aside for the day; the curious case of Orchiddrop would be dealt with in due time. While this would be a fun adventure for the kits, Ratstar had a different alternative agenda in mind. Let's see how well the golden boy dealt with 'Den Dad Boot Camp': name a work in progress.
Pikekit wasted no time in scampering after Weevilkit. They reached the pair of fathers in the same instant, and Pikekit weaved through Goldenshadow's legs in hopes of some fond greeting like the way Ratstar tended to nuzzle his kittens, but the tall, golden warrior continued to reserve his affections, despite their company. There was no use in trying to keep up appearances; Ratstar had made it clear he wasn't buying the charade. "If everyone is ready," Goldenshadow stood and, overlooking his crestfallen son, swept his tail across his paws to dust the snow from them, "we can get going. You said the Deep Lands, Ratstar?" To the kits' ignorance the exchange would appear polite. However, the leader would be able to sense the unease punctuating the way Goldenshadow spoke his name.
Ratstar purred, bending down to lovingly nuzzle his son in greeting, though let out an exasperated snort as the other tom ignored Pikekit once again. "Sounds 'bout right," he answered, rolling his eye at the warrior's apathy. "Lead the way, Goldie." As soon as Goldenshadow turned his back to walk away, the Summerclan leader leaned down to give Pikekit a fond nuzzle as well. "Good t' see ya, squirt. Let's get goin'." He grinned down at the pair of kits for a moment before padding after Goldenshadow.
Weevilkit's purr rumbled like a motor at Ratstar's display of affection, the tiny fluffball grinning ear to ear. Usually Sunkit tended to hog all of Papa's attention when he was around, but today was a special day Papa made for just the two of them! Glancing over, his smile faltered a bit upon noticing Pikekit's disappointment upon being passed over by that stinky old warrior. "Ah, ignore that old buzzkill, Pikekit," he mewed encouragingly, nuzzling his friend. "We're gonna have fun today, with or without him!"
Warmed by both Ratstar and Weevilkit's affections, the young tom brightened up a considerable amount. "Yeah! It's gonna be so much fun an' we're gonna get to see all the territory and," his voice dropped low so only Weevilkit would hear the next part, "you think your Papa will give us one of them badger rides? Or he could show us how to fight one! Ya think he'd do that?" There was a noticeable lack of Goldenshadow's name anywhere in Pikekit's excitement, having learned that if he wanted to have any fun, then he was better off finding it with the father-son duo accompanying them. He enjoyed his time spent with the leader's family, often found in the bunch, Weevilkit assuring him he was welcome and that Ratstar didn't mind the intrusion.
Goldenshadow was already on the move, carefully ahead of the gang and concerning himself only with how much distance he kept between himself and the trio following behind. The sooner they arrived to their destination, the closer it would be that he could return to camp and resume his life, in particular reining Orchiddrop back under his control. He moved silently throughout the territory, void of even birdsong due to the awe-filled squeaks of the kits, until they came to an area that was suspiciously cleared out, which he assumed was Ratstar's doing but could also have been two-legs, a few tree stumps present around a pile of burnt sticks surrounded by rocks. The SummerClan leader had a select amount of skills, but creating this scene certainly wasn't one of them-- but Goldenshadow had been wrong before. "I suppose this is it." There was a tang of smoke in the air that made his nose wrinkle in distaste, though by the end of the evening it would be swept away by the wind.
