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 Posted: Sat Sep 28, 2019 2:13 pm
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Whisper sat, tail curled around his paws, eyes half narrowed as he glanced up at this cat that was one half his mirror. He was no stranger to the tom cat that was his father but at the same time he always felt such a strange mix of feelings watching the tom cat. Admiration, awe, confusion on how the other felt towards him and his mother yet also the desire to be just as strong and protecting.
The young cat glanced down at his paws, eyeing the black half that matched Split and the white half that matched his mother, Spirit, until a soft sneeze brought him out of his daydreams. The snow was still cold against his pads but he didn't want to let it show and tried to hide it quickly after the sneeze. Blinking and wiggling his nose, he drew a paw across his face a couple times. "Can you....teach me some things today?" he tilted his head, wondering if it was ok to just.... practice hunting or something. He didn't need or want to force Split to spend the entire day with him...unless he wanted too. He just wanted to do something together, at least once.
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Posted: Fri Feb 21, 2020 7:16 pm
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Sitting just outside of his current den, Split stared up at the sky. The air smelled of a coming storm. By the looks of it, more snow was on it's way. Split glared at the sky. He was tired of the snow and ready for new leaf to begin. So lost in his thoughts about the snow, Split didn't hear Whisper sit down behind him.
Split's ears perked, well as much as his floppy ear could perk, and he turned to his son. A pang of worry shot through him as it did almost every time he looked at the young dual colored tom. Whisper was so much like his mother, so frail and scrawny. Spirit had given birth to his kits but only Whisper had survived. His son, cursed with the same split pelt as his own. Split wanted nothing more than to bring home enough food to see them both healthy.
"More snow is on it's way." Split mewed softly to his son, his tone indicating a 'no'. With the threat of more snow, he really didn't want Whisper out in the forest. If Split could have his way, Whisper and his mother would never have to leave the den where they would be safe and cared for. That wasn't an option though, Whisper needed to learn how to hunt for himself.
"We should go hunting before it gets here." He let out a sign of resignation as he nodded to the young tom. Hopefully there was still prey about.
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