You're My Dad Boogie Woogie Woogie || (i)RP

Bramblesnap ||

Steadily, paws met the earth beneath him, dirt kicking out as another was lifted off the floor, creeping forward. He tried to move with stealth, silence. Hunting had always the tabby's passion; it had been since he was oh so young. Since he could remember, really. He'd grown into quite the skilled hunter, just like his father before him - it was all he had ever aspired to be. It had almost become some way for the prickly tom to cool down and collect his thoughts before facing the bitchy shitheads back in camp. Thanks to his temporary semi-exile, it was all he had done for the past while, as well as watching out for his own back at night. A moon of restlessness had caught up on him, and his vision was hazier than it had ever been, eyes tired and sore, concealed by the fur that stubbornly swayed before them.

The strands of longer grass by the forest assisted Bramblesnap in his mission, and since he had headed far from any large patrol groups, the bonus of wandering to such distances solo always helped. Less noise, less to scare off the prey. On high alert, he listened out for any signs of close-by prey, slowly inhaling the air. Foreign scents weren't uncommon, but it was plain as day that there was something unfamiliar close by. And so, he continued his cautious trek, only the faint sound of paw steps and his steady breaths to be heard.

He couldn't quite pinpoint what exactly it was, not just yet. Only the scent of cats who he had assumed to have passed by here on an earlier patrol beside that lingering sign of the presence of something which nibbled and nagged at his mind. With that, he was determined to settle his curiosity. Perhaps it was a decent catch to give to Dovespring? Or something to satisfy his own appetite, after all, living in a famine hadn't been easy on anyone, especially not the cat who fed himself first.

Suddenly, he came to a halt. Beaths slowed, tail still and low, he tried to stay as still as possible beside his ear flicking in the gentle breeze. Perhaps a smile even appeared on his face, even just for a moment, as he saw what appeared to be a pelt hiding in between the leaves. He held himself low, and slunk his way forward between the trees. With fatigue came a dwindling in his senses, however, and the tom had quickly assumed the creature to be a rabbit. It looked dead, unmoving. He'd have to inspect it closer to figure that one out, but if it were to move, he'd ensure he was ready to seep his claws into it as soon as it dared to flinch.

Littlekit ||

Little had been walking through the forest, the small fluffy feline strutting around like she owned the entirety of the wooded area. She was tired, and hungry, but that was to be expected. A few days ago she had fallen asleep with her mama in a fox den, only to awaken horribly alone. She had tried to stay put, to wait for her mother's return but eventually hunger, and desperation had forced her to depart the area. Little wasn't sure if her mama was dead, or maybe even lost but she couldn't wait around to see. She had always been told to look after herself in case of an emergency, so that's exactly what she had done. Mama or no mama she needed to stay alive. 

Little was a kitten that had been born, and raised in the wilds, her mother was a nomad and hadn't exactly been the type to settle down even with kittens. Thanks to this lifestyle the feline never had the luxury of a proper nest or home, not that she minded she assumed all cats traveled like herself and she couldn't really imagine life any other way. 

The kitten had one goal right now, to find a comfortable place to sleep. She wasn't terribly concerned about predators finding her, she hadn't scented any in the area nor had she spotted any dens that seemed to be in use. What she had smelled in this area however was the faint sent of strange cats, something she didn't mind. Mama had always reminded her that if she minded her own business she didn't have to worry about others bothering her. Eventually little managed to find a nice little patch of shrubbery to make herself comfortable in, the kitten getting cozy in some underbrush and drifting off to sleep.

It wasn't the chirping of the birds that awoke her from her nap, nor was it the soft humming of the insects in the area. Instead it was the odd feeling that someone, or something was watching her. This feeling caused the kitten to stand up, her fur puffing out as she looked around sniffing the air trying to locate the cause of her discomfort. Something was off in the area, it didn't smell like a fox or a hound dog, or even a two-leg. Instead she could smell another feline, something that caused her brow to raise.

Bramblesnap ||

Hunkered down low, the tabby approached the soft looking object. With his breathing expertly controlled, and his stance that of someone well trained to hunt, Bramblesnap hadn't a doubt that he'd succeed in bringing whatever it was back to the clan. But then it shifted. And as it moved, he sniffed the air once more. Perhaps he'd of lunged for it if it wasn't for the fact it was shaped differently to a rabbit... And the scent...? "The fuck is this..?"

His low whisper to himself seemed to have stirred the thing more, allowing it to rise from it's slumber. The scent...? Another feline.

Fuckin' great.

The last thing he wanted was to return to camp and only bring more mouths to feed. Sure, the famine had just about lifted, but the rules hadn't quite just yet, to his dismay.

The dusty tom crept forward, and eventually trudged towards the foliage until he could reach the leaves of the shrubbery. As his expression crinkled up, Bramblesnap pushed the leaves aside with a large paw, only for his eyes to rest upon that of none other than a kitten. It was small. Rather stocky, unless the heaps of fur that covered its pelt created an illusion. He was surprised it was still alive, it must have been starving out here all alone. Brows now furrowed, the tom assessed the smaller feline, unsure of how to feel; confused, disappointed, even disgusted, perhaps?

Whatever the stranger's business was out here, he hadn't much care for it. Surely its mother or pa had to be close by, unless they had abandoned their kin, for reasons likely unknown to them both. His curiosity didn't get the best of him, and all he could find himself able to do was announce his disappointment in that same raspy tone as always, moving his paw down to release the leaves from where he held them.

"Are yew fuckin' kiddin' me?"

Littlekit ||

After she had accessed her surroundings fully she cocked her head to the side taking notice of the large cat approaching her, Little's blue eyes full of confusion as the cat got closer. At first she wasn't sure who or what she was looking at, but has Bramble came face to face with her she was able to see who he was fairly clear. 

The kitten stared in awe at the towering tom before her, he was massive, bigger than any cat she'd seen, and fluffier than even her mother. Bramble also gave off a confusion vibe It took her a moment to speak up, her eyes gleaming with not fear, but raw excitement.

"You must be my daddy!" 

She would say excitedly stepping out the bushes as she jumped up, and stepped closer to the tom, rubbing up against his legs a soft purr emitting from the kitten. The affection was odd, no normal kitten would approach such a mean looking feline with such confidence, so boldly claiming them to be a parental figure. The whole situation in general was bizarre. 

Again the kitten showed no fear despite the obvious disinterest from the tom, she'd always dreamed of having a father and this seemed has if the world had simply dropped one in her lap, in her eyes he even looked like her. Although the differences between the pair couldn't be more vast. 

Little suddenly began bombarding the tom with questions. "Where did you come from?" "Why are you so big?" "Where do you live?" Each one tumbled out quick, in a never ending stream of words.

Bramblesnap ||

He was about to turn right around and head off into the fields, or return to camp empty handed, but as the little one spoke up, Bramblesnap couldn't do much else but stand frozen. Her words had certainly confused him, baffled him, even. What the hell was she on about? There wasn't even the slimmest possibility he could even have a kit of his own, yet the tom felt the need to even check his memory before responding...

"The shittin' hell yew on 'bout?"

He couldn't utter much else of a word out as his tail lashed once, maybe twice, and the corner of his lip twitched. She had scampered her way out of the bushes by now, and the tabby took a step backwards. He had no fear in regards to the kit, and he wasn't exactly off-put. It was just that the last thing he wanted was some little runt pestering him until she lost track of where he had gone, and he found it best to keep his distance, now. Perhaps she'd get the hint - but was a mere kit so smart as to figure that one out? But there she was, now. She rubbed her face on his forelegs, and he did nothing but stare down at her.

It took nothing more than a split second for Bramblesnap to retort, lifting an arm to turn, not caring if his movements caused the kit to get wound up in his legs or topple over. He wondered what kind of crazy this one may be to boldly claim a stranger to be her father. Sure, he'd held pride in the past for who his own father was, but at least he was confident that the chocolate tom was in fact his kin.

Tail lashing behind him, he took hefty steps after turning, disappointed in the lack of prey in this area, and the off-taste in his mouth only grew as he registered the fact he had found a kitten out in the open. Perhaps someone else would find her eventually, she's run off, or she'd stay out here unseen until her remains would be discovered a moon or so later... But that wasn't the case; she was following after him.

Questions poured from her mouth like a rushing waterfall which drenched his fur, weighing him down and slowing his marching pace. He didn't want to answer, he had no interest in doing so. If he wanted anything it was for this to have never have happened. But he could only spit and snarl back. He had no other choice, really. Not if he wanted her to stop trailing after him. "If yew don't shut yer fuckin' mouth 'n' piss off I'll grab yew by the tail 'n' drag yew back ta' yer mother myself." Quickening the pace, he strolled onwards, hunched over with his head hung low as he grunted out a sigh of irritation.