And together we shall rule the moor! [closed]

Giving a nod to the kits, Smokepelt started to walk home at a relatively slow pace. "I think you guys will like the camp," he meowed with a smile, looking over his shoulder to make sure they were following. They'll be fine additions to the clan, he thought to himself, positive that his clan-mates would accept them like family.

For a while the four cats padded in silence through the territory until Smokepelt had made his decision and decided to ask the little ones what they thought. "Since you are all related and I'm assuming you guys want to stick together, I was thinking of adopting you guys. What do you think?" he asked softly, hoping they'd agree. He knew that being in a place with unfamiliar cats at every corner was overwhelming, so maybe them being his kits would be for the best.

Thistlekit quickly nodded his response, he had always wanted a father figure, only their mother had been around from what he could recall. "Please?" He added quietly, still slightly nervous.