Father and Daughter meetings (Grey and Badge only)

Some light filtered through the nursery, only to land on large and small bundles of fur, cats, queens and their kits to be more specific. Letting off a yawn a certain calico soon rose from her spot, careful not to disturb her sisters and mother she quietly stalked out of the nursery, her tail swaying slowly in ever increasing anticipation, 'I'm going to see father today! Oh I hope he is awake.' she thought ever so eagerly as she found herself approaching the warriors den, her pace quickening as she got closer and closer. Though her presence couldn't go unnoticed for, letting off a loud call, though to the warriors could only come a squeak. "Father! Are you there!?" she squeaked, soon transitioning to an excited squeal.

Twistedfoot let out a soft yawn as he lifted his head from his nest. His ears flickered as he glanced around the den. Did hear a small squeaking of a kit? Pulling himself to his paws, he limped from the den and blinked in surprise when he almost ran into the small kit. Of course, it took him a few seconds to recognize the calico fur; as it looked almost like his sister Patcheye. "Ahhh, hello there, Whitekit!" he said with a soft purr as he gently nuzzled his young daughter. "Come on, we shouldn't be standing here. We wouldn't want any of the other warriors stepping on you, would we?" With a soft laugh, he led the way over to a rock that rested not far from the nursery and hopped on it. He glanced at Whitekit, inviting her to join him on the rock with a flicker of his tail. Lucky, the rock wasn't very high off the ground and would be easy for the young kit to climb on it. He laid down, glancing at his daughter. "So, Whitekit, how has the nursery been?" He flinched a bit, knowing that he should of known that but he had been so busy that he hadn't really been able to visit his kits much.

She squeaked once more as she saw her father, nearly stepped on of course frightened the young kitten but soon recovered. "Hello Twistedfoot!" she purred happily, her face pushing into her father's as he lent forward to nuzzle her. "Noooo I wouldn't want to get stepped on by their large floppy paws" she joked, happily trotting off after her father joyfully, her excitement still becoming stronger inside her, begging to be released. She immediately noticed the flick of his silver tail, her eyes, showing stronger evidence of green grew wide, she picked up speed immediately and caught it in her paws, only stopping to pay attention to her fathers words. "Oh it has been great! Sisters and mother are improving greatly, though I don't think sisters have left the nursery yet, I've been too busy exploring to know!" she squeaked, her body slowly starting to fidget.

Twistedfoot grinned at his daughter, nodding gently. "It's good that you and your siblings are doing well. I'll have to try to visit for often." He paused for a bit, watching Whitekit starting to fidget. "Hm...How about we play a game? You can even pick what one."

"You shooouuulldddd it's boring without you!" she huffed, her fur mockingly puffing up as she looked over once again at her father. Her ears twitched slightly, only catching part of her fathers sentence, but, understood fully. "Maybe moss ball? Or maybe even explore the territory!" she decreed, immediately shooting up and puffing out her chest.

Twistedfoot shook his head as he stood up, letting out a laugh. "Let's do moss ball. I am sure that Lavenderheart would throw a fit if she heard you ever went exploring the territory before you were an apprentice." He jumped off of the rock and started to scrap some moss together, before finally having a nice ball. He hook it on his good paw, and after a few moments of trying to balance, he finally sent it flying over toward Whitekit.

Loosing her ever so prideful posture the she-cat watched her father collect some moss, her tail lashing in slight impatience. "..." she readied herself, crouching and extending her small claws. "I'll be the best apprentice ever! And I'll become deputy right after I am made a warrior!" She boasted, her butt wiggling as she readied herself even more, her eyes following the moss ball as it was flung, suddenly the calico she-cat leapt as high up as she could, not really aiming for it, bending herself she brought herself close to the ball and swiped at it a few times, missing but eventually catching it with her claws before landing with a slight wobble in her step, a triumphant smirk upon her features, a torn up moss ball that lay in pieces in front of her.

Twistedfoot was a bit quiet as he watched his daughter tear up the ball, sighing a bit. Well, there went the game...Perhaps they could find something else to do. He padded over to her, glancing up the pieces of the moss ball. "I am sure you will become deputy one day, Whitekit, but how about we do something else? I don't know...Play fighting perhaps? That seems it may be more in your taste."

"Ehehe sorry Twistedfoot" she grumbled, trying to fix up the moss ball but failed miserably. "I guess play fighting would be good practice for when I become a apprentice!" she chirped, trotting up to the side of her father and nipping his ear challenging him lightly.

Twistedfoot let out a small laugh as he watched his daughter; dropping into a crouch (which was a bit awkward due to his twisted paw). His tail lashed across the ground as he kept his eyes fixed on his daughter. "How about you charge me first? Let's see what you can do!"

"Ok father!" she chirped and trotted a few tail lengths away before trying to copy her fathers crouch. The small calico kitten dug her small claws into the sandy dirt and soon burst forward, squealing slightly "Roar!" Just then, the kitten leapt, her figure extended as she aimed directly for her fathers face.

Twistedfoot let out a small smile as he watched his daughter leap at him, and quickly ducked. Of course, he was sure that she would land on her back; there was no way that Whitekit was strong enough to leap over him all the way!

She squealed and puffed in mid air, in response to the ducking she reached her paws out, gripping onto her fathers side and base of the tail, stumbling forward and loosing her grip, landing with a 'flop'. "I was so close!" she squealed, basically not minding how hurt she had gotten.

Twistedfoot turned around and gently lifted his twisted paw, placing it on Whitekit's back as she gave her a grin. "Well, it seems I win this round. Are you willing to give it another go, my little Whitekit?" As he talked, he removed his paw from Whitekit so the young kit could stand up, and padded backwards a few steps.

"You bet I' am!" She squeaked and pounced again, trying to level herself to leap a little lower this time.

OOC: So short