make it through the mountains [semi-open]

ooc; please ask me first before joining this topic! it's semi-open, as I want to keep it small overall. :)


Ferocity. Veraciousness. Claws. Teeth. War. All were things that fascinated the young sandy-pelted kit as she tussled about in the nursery, flinging a moss ball about. It all was in the name of play-simply the intrigue that seeing the ball be tossed around with so much power. Though she mimicked her older siblings by way of fighting and pretending to brawl with her mother's tail, it didn't mean at all that she had the same comprehension of violence. To her, it was all play. And play she would. "Kyah!" Her small voice cried, just as she went right after the ball once more to bat it around.

Something as simple as watching his child play without a care in the world made the warrior's heart sing. Mountainkit seemed to have a calling for brawls; he would have to make sure he spent time with her to help hone those skills. For now, he was content to play 'keep away' with the moss ball.

Keep away failed!

...or at least that's what he had been trying to do. Though he had the moss ball between his own teeth, Mountainkit hadn't let go. Awkwardly, he sat there with his daughter dangling in the air, her little ears wiggling. Something welled within his heart making him want to crush her to death from just how cute she was! He wouldn't dare to, though.

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Oh, she always loved when her father came to the nursery to play with her. Immediately, her tail had gone straight into the air and had no signs of coming down, the dusky-striped appendage making it impossible for her to hide. It gave all of her emotions away instantly, fidgeting in annoyance whenever she would get oh so close to grab the ball, only for it to slip away. Such was the case as her father had gotten hold of the moss ball, and in a last-minute hope, she grabbed onto it, herself.

With little ears wiggling in a ferocious display of her attempt to yank it away, it seemed there was no stopping the mighty Vinecrawler from keeping hold of the ball. "Rrrrrr...!" She playfully growled, tugging back on it. Alas, she was still a kit, and her jaw wore out to where she had to give up and land onto her paws. That gave her an immediate idea, though, and the similarly sandy-colored feline charged right at her father's paws. "Down with the beast!" She giggled, tumbling and rolling as tiny claws and teeth tried to conquer the tom's feet.