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Riddlehawk sat in the clearing, his tail flicking back and forth around his paws. His ruined paw was resting very lightly on the ground, his notched ears flickering back and forth. This tom was roughly the size of a six month old labrador retriever. His rough tabby coat was smoothed out today, laying flat against his body. He was a beautiful tabby, with silvery white streaks through his fur where the scars of the past had caused the fur to grow back colorless. Honestly, he was odd looking certainly. His single gold eye looked around the clearing, keeping a focus on the rest of the clan. He was still getting used to Tanglestar's being back, having steeled himself and drilled what he had thought was the cold hard truth of her death into his brain in the days and weeks after her disappearance.

The warm breeze blew across the territory, bringing the scents of prey and plants into the camp. The cool and bitter scent of pine and spruce, the warm and sunny scents of sycamore and oak. The bright and sweet scents of wildflowers and wild herbs. The warm, dark scent of earth and prey. Metallic scents of blood as well, spilling from the direction of the scent of fox. The sun was high overhead, beating down its warmth from above. It was a beautiful day, not up in the ninetys, more of a low eighty.

The tom looked towards the nursery, knowing his mate and kits were inside. He had a couple of feathers under his paw, pretty colorful metallic feathers. The corners of his mouth turned up into a smile as a small kit's head popped up out of the nursery, coming bounding out to see what he had.

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Turtlekit bounded out of the nursery, her bobtail flicking back and forth quickly. Her big gold eyes were focused on her father, her tawny tabby pelt rippling with her young, lithe muscles underneath. "Hi daddy!" she purred out, her little ears flickering forward.

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Turtlekit was followed by Rippledkit. She hadn't seem her daddy in what felt like ages and then suddenly she smelt the familiar scent. She rushed out flanking Turtlekit with a great big sigh of relief when she pressed into Riddlehawk's fur. "Daddy I missed you!", she cried nestling into his chest.

Mousefur soon followed after her other kits. If was a perfect day for an outing with the kits, not to warm not to hot. Soon she was sitting next to Riddlehawk with a huge smile spread across her face. They had beautiful kits and their family was just starting to feel full. She was very happy that Riddlehawk had come to Thunderclan. She tried to imagine her life without him, but she couldn't. "I love you!", she purred licking over his shoulder.

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Mousekit followed his mother and siblings out more slowly, keeping his head and ears slightly tilted toward the ground. The little grey tom still felt exceedingly shy even towards his own family. But a kind little smile still had found a spot to rest on his muzzle, and his yellow eyes glanced up to Riddlehawk with an almost embarrassed gleam. "Hi, Daddy," he mewed quietly, but still with that shy smile.

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RiddleKit wrinkled his nose, and decided to try to be a bit sneaky. He loved to be sneaky, especially when he went out of camp with SkyPaw. That was awesome. He heard the birds chirp, felt the breeze blow in his little kit fur. Ah, how he wishes to be trained soon.

He got down on all fours, and slowly prowled over behind his father, RiddleHawk, probably already seen, but he didn't care.

His little eyes stared at his father's tail, which seemed to intrigue him. He blinked slowly, while his rear rose in the air, shaking a few times, before pouncing on the tip.

"Roar, I got you daddy!" he yelled, nibbling on the end of RiddleHawk's tail.

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Riddlehawk purred and licked Mousefur's cheek whenever she padded over. "Love you too." He said, looking down at Rippledkit and Mousekit. He was still trying to get used to the whole, they're smaller than me, must be careful thing. He felt something pounce on his tail and he fell over sideways, feigning death. "Ugh! You finally killed me!" He said dramatically, closing his one eye. Turtlekit giggled and pounced on her father. "Lets hold him down!" she squealed, spreading her tiny body out over him, maybe covering a part of a leg.

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Mousekit purred nervously as Turtlekit play-attacked their father, unsure if he himself should join in the game. It looked rough, making him nervous. The brown tom-kit twitched his whiskers with anxiety and looked up to his mother. Perhaps it would be best if he sat this one out with her, just curl up near her belly and stay near the warmth. But he did still want to play... He puffed up his chest with quivering bravery, and leapt at Riddlehawk as his sister had done, trying to pin another leg, but landing awkwardly while doing so. "Oof!" he squeaked.

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This made the little kit's chest fill up with pride. I mean, how could it not? RiddleKit couldn't help but let out a squeal of happiness. This was making him feel swell.

After watching Mousekit and Turtlekit leaping at their father, he got in a crouch. His rear was high in the air, while his eyes scanned over his father, looking for a good spot to leap at. He grinned playfully, and suddenly pounced. he didn't know where he landed; he wasn't aiming for anywhere.

"Kitpile!" he screeched with pure joy.

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Riddlehawk let out an oof as Riddlekit landed on his side. This kit was a good size already but he'd take more after his mother's size. Sure, he'd be pretty dang big but not as large as his father. Turtlekit batted at her father's side, claws sheathed. Her bright eyes just watched him. She was one of the quiet kits. Not as quiet as Mousekit but not far behind. The big tom laughed, his single gold eye watching the kits. He had made sure to lay on the side that harbored his missing eye, that way he wasn't twisting around to try and see what the kits were doing.

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Mousekit squealed in a nervous excitement as his father was pinned below their combined weight. As one of the small kits himself, that amount all together must have been huge in his mind. He imagined feeling three cats his size jumping on him, and almost shuddered at the thought. He'd be crushed! But his daddy wasn't. Riddlehawk must have been the strongest cat ever!

The brown tom-kit tried to shrug off the thought, and instead began to bounce a little on his father's leg. "We got 'im," he squeaked, smiling nervously at his siblings.

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Riddlehawk laughed as Mousekit started bouncing on his leg. The tom loved these kits with all he had. They were a constant source of wonder to him, having been the only kit born in his clan that year....welll.....the only one that had survived anyway. The tom purred, the movement may as well have been an earthquake for the kits.

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