Mini wolf (Closed)

Birchkit was sitting outside the nursery waiting for something to do. He was very bored and duckkit was asleep. Birchkit looked around for something to do when he saw his father. Birchkit smirked and deicided to sneak up on him. As the tom snuck forwards the grey tom, Birchkit didnt notice a random stick in the way. He tripped over the stick and fell face first in the dirt right in front of his father. Birchkit quickly got to his paws trying to make it look like nothing happened.

Wolfstorm smiled. Another litter gone successfully. Now he had 2, young kids to father. Birchkit and Duckkit made his heart swell with such joy. Today was a nice day, but he knew what was coming. Leaf-fall had arrived, and next was leaf-bare. They would have to make sure to keep the clan safe.

Hearing a thump, he whipped his head around to see Birchkit, the very tom he had been thinking about. Grinning at his son, he asked, ”Hey Birchkit! Wanna do something fun?”

Birchkit smiled wide at his father in excitement. "What sorta fun?" he asked with happiness showing on his face. He loved his family but he never really had alone time with his father so he was excited.

Wolfstorm grinned. ”Well, if you would be ok with playing with an old creaky deputy-“ he feigned a groan. [color=#3399ff]”We can find something fun to do!”[/colod] his eyes darted around.

”We could play intruder? I could be the evil Shadowclan cat, and you could be the brave Riverclan Warrior?” he offered, green eyes glinting with childlike excitement.

Birchkit excitedly nodded his head. He didnt think his dad was that old but it was fun to joke around. "I will be the best riverclan warrior and defeat you shadowclan cat!" He mewed loudly.

The deputy chuckled, eyes lighting up as he shifted into a crouch. ”I am the strongest warrior in Shadowclan!” he declared dramatically. ”We’ll invade Riverclan!” Wolfstorm hissed playfully. He waited for his son to make the first move in their “battle”.

before Birchkit attacked he tripped and smacked his face with his own tail. Birchkit quickly got to his paws and pounced on his father with a triumph mew.

(Short cause I am tired)

Wolfstorm laughed. ”Is that all you got?” teased the tom. Placing his paw on his son’s head, he pushed it down lightly with a triumphant smirk. ”Shadowclan will rule the forest!” he boasted playfully. He loved these moments, kits filled with innocence, not knowing about the dangers of the world. Before the worries about training or mates, the youngest members of the clan were so carefree.

Birchkit smirked at his father before slightly biting Wolfstorm's paw. He quickly got out from under his father and pounced on the older tom's back. "I will never let you win, riverclan will beat shadowclan!" He mewed before fake biting wolfstorm's neck.