Mouse with a Viper [CLOSED FOR PIKA]

Rainkit noticed how nervous his mother was, hopping back to her side he purred and rubbed his muzzle along her shoulder sweetly. Keeping a cold glare at this cat who was his father.

The spotted tom shook off the last of his concerns, licking her muzzle comfortingly though he was a little lost himself. He was a father, no something that happened everyday, and it had certainly left an impression on the tom. Rainkit was clearly not a fan of his, but for Mousewhisker's sake, he had to try make this work. He'd practically grown up without a father due to his mother's somewhat fanatic obsession with protecting his siblings from danger. He couldn't, wouldn't let any kit of his grow up the same. Clan division's meant nothing to him, it wasn't the clan that supported him when his mother died. It wasn't the clan that was there for him when his brothers were killed.

This was his son, and he'd care for this tom regardless of how the world judged him. Family was family, no matter how they were conceived. Something his grandfather seemed to have forgotten. "There's nothing wrong." He nuzzled her. "He's handsome, and you're beautiful. What else can I want? It's a pleasure to meet you, little Rain."

Rainkit perked his ears, Handsome? He purred and relaxed a little bit, he was prone to flattery.