I Could Corrupt You [Splashy, Snakey, Immi, Open]

[Mama Oak]

frosttalon of riverclan
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”If you were older, you know, we could have taken that dip together, and a very different swim it would have been,” Frosttalon’s mew was characteristically flirtatious as he dropped his jawful of fish upon the fresh-kill pile, the pretty apprentice, Goldenpaw, doing the same. Her speckled orange fur was still dark and damp at the base, while his was already dry, giving no sign of their earlier swim. He could detect the faint heat rising from her pelt as she turned away bashfully at his words, a smile upon her muzzle as she mewed in return, ”But I’m not.”

A charming grin pulled over his muzzle as he touched his tail-tip to her flank, assuring her that he didn’t mean to embarrass her. Though he did find the meek way she hid her pretty little face terribly endearing. ”No. I forget how old you are sometimes; you look much older.” Flattery, flattery, and more flattery. ”I’m sorry, it must have been confusing for you,” She flushed again, but Frosttalon could still see the smile on her lips, growing even wider. She had been nothing but giggles since she had accidentally fallen into the river and he had valiantly dove in to fish her out. The rest of the morning they had spent together hunting, and Frosttalon was more-than-aware that he had charmed her. As he had charmed a great pawful of she-cats before her. Was this femme too young to know why some of her clanmates regarded him disdainfully? Or was she too drunk on his compliments and words that she could care less?

He hadn’t really meant to kiss her, no. That had been pure accident. ”You mean what happened at the river?” She asked softly, innocent as ever, and turned her pale blue eyes upon him. ”Yes. It was very impulsive of me, and no doubt very corrupting.” His smooth, easy words turned sly as he gazed at her lightly, seeing more clearly how young the apprentice was as she attempted to drown him in her naive, trusting eyes. Untouched by heartache and stranger to pain. For now. ”Thanks for saving me, Frosttalon.” Was her only response, and then she whisked herself away on quick, dainty paws — the sudden departure no doubt an attempt to intrigue him. Her efforts made him chuckle.

But Goldenpaw was instantly forgotten as Frosttalon turned and looked toward the nursery, a thrill going through him when he found the three bundles right outside of the milk-scented den. Quick as a mouse and equally silent, his slender body cut through the camp and he was on the kittens with a playful snarl, gently bowling one of them over with a swift swipe of his sheathed paw. Before the tiny thing could even come to terms with the abrupt attack, Frosttalon had leaped away and was bouncing a tiny circle around his kittens. For a moment all he offered them was bell-like chimes of velvety laughter, but then the RiverClan tom leaned forward on outstretched forelegs, rump wiggling in the air and tail waving mischievously, chin touching the ground as he gazed at his litter with warm playfulness.

”Is she asleep?” He mewed quietly, voice throbbing with a purr. Ever since he had brought Silverclaw a water vole two days previous and the queen had chased him off with vicious threats (verbal and physical), Frosttalon had learned to time his nursery visits whenever she was distracted or sleeping.

He couldn’t understand it, really. How could the queen be so bitter, when they had created these three bundles of joy? Three soft, mewling kittens of their own blood, who would one day grow into great warriors or medicine cats? When Silverclaw had brought them into the world, Frosttalon had been there with her. And afterward, he had stroked her flank with his tail and she had looked up at him with warmth in her beautiful, amber-green eyes. She had been happy then.

But then she had thought he was hers. And all of his she-cat fancies before her could have told the mislead queen that Frosttalon belonged to no one. When she finally came to realize that, her manner toward him changed drastically. He treated her no differently than he had before, but she no longer dressed his visits and words with delusions of love and dedication. She was no longer happy, and Frosttalon couldn’t understand it. She may not ever have been able to have him, but she had them... their kittens... and the three of them were greater gifts than his love could ever be, surely.

”And tell me, little ones, what sort of mischief have you gotten into today and how can I be of assistance?”

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Tagged: Snakey/Willowkit, Splashy/Laurelkit, Immi/Mothkit and/or anyone else who'd like to join.
Post Scriptum: I just realized that Frosttalon was doing that thing that dogs do when they want to play. Do cats even do that? xD

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Willowkit, the smallest of the litter, felt great joy when his father had bowled him over. The little grey tom hadn't even seen him coming! Willowkit squeaked in happiness and flipped himself over. His father's chin was touching the ground when he asked if Silverclaw was asleep. "Yeah, she's asleep," he giggled quietly. He knew that his mother didn't like Frosttalon by all of the bad ramblings she had about him. Willowkit, however, chose to ignore those ramblings and instead become close to his father. Really, the white tom wasn't a bad cat. After all, he came and visited them and played with them and brought them prey to eat. "Mischief? We haven't done anything fun all day! We've been stuck near the nursery." When he mentioned being of assistance, Willowkit stopped to ponder. "Laurelkit, Mothkit, what do you think? How can Frosttalon help us get some mischief around the camp?"

[OOC NOTE: Sorry this is so short, I'm a bit sick right now and I have no muse for writing but I really wanted to post.]

[splashtana ★]

<sup>It wasn't exactly all that fair that their mother never let them spend time with their father. Just because their father wasn’t exactly the type you could tie down and expect to be committed to you didn’t mean he was a bad guy. Most of the clan thought that Frosttalon was a bad guy, but Laurelkit certainly did not think that his father was a bad kitty. The little white tom kitten actually looked up to the tom cat. It was weird that he did, sure, but that’s pretty much what he did for his life, so what did it matter in the first place? Nothing. Nothing mattered because he, Laurelkit, was an innocent little five moon old tom kitten that didn’t harm anything but the occasional butterfly. But, of course, eventually that would change if he lived up to his desires to be just like his father, Frosttalon, the tom who couldn’t exactly stay with just one she-cat. Maybe that was why most of the toms, and a lot of the she-cats, in the clan hated him. Laurelkit’s mother hated him for that matter, and he was pretty sure that his littermates didn’t like him. But Laurelkit was different. The five moon old loved his father, and he aspired to be like him when he grew older. Of course, it was a bad thought, but he didn’t know any better.

Then again, what difference would it make? Hearing the familiar voice of his father, Frosttalon, and the response of his brother, Willowkit, the fluffy white kitten’s ears immediately perked up. Jumping up from his false sleeping position, he’d been pretending to be asleep in case his littermates wanted to bother him, and Laurelkit crossed the nursery in literally two bounds. Being just that excited to see his idol, he felt enough energy to pretty much do anything. Of course, he probably couldn’t do anything. That was foolish. It just felt that way to little tom kitten. Actually, his fur was beginning to get a bit more sleek, no longer fluffy and kitten-like, and that usally made no difference to a mere kitten. But it made a huge difference to Laurelkit. Growing up meant he was beginning to look more and more like Frosttalon, and that was certainly something to celebrate, now wasn’t it? Correct, it was something to celebrate in the opinion of the little tom kitten. Naturally, it was no big deal to any other cat in the world. Yet, in Laurelkit’s opinion, it was the best thing that could possibly happen to him.

“Hey dad! No, we haven’t gotten into any mischief. Often times mom is just a complete idiot, saying you’re horrible and that we can’t come and see you, but I love coming to see you. What are we going to do today?” He asked with a smile, his light blue eyes shining with delight. Actually, it was quite lucky on his part that he was deaf, same going for his father. Typically, a lot of pure white cats with blue eyes turned out to be without the gift of hearing, but maybe it had something to do with RiverClan’s new adaptations. A true gift from StarClan, it really was, now wasn’t it? That just made him smile even more, knowing that StarClan really did watch over his clan and protect them from being born without being able to hear. With a smirk, he thought of the other more unfortunate clans that probably didn’t have all the gifts that he, Frosttalon, and RiverClan had. Of course, the little tom had gotten in into his head that he was Frosttalon’s favorite kitten of the entire litter. And rightfully so, seeing as he looked like a little copy of the infamous tom cat who was his father.

With eager eyes and a flicking tail, he looked up at his father with an innocent little grin, before turning to look back at his sleeping mother with distaste. Most cats felt an instant connection with the cat that they called their mother, the feline who had carried them in her womb for moons, and then nursed them for more. Even though she had been through all of that and more for him and his littermates, Laurelkit couldn’t help but dislike her seeing as he disliked his father. And that was quite selfish and horrible of him, but he didn’t exactly know any better, now did he? Only being five moons old, he had had plenty of time to bond with both of them, and he went straight for his father because for some strange reason he thought that the lifestyle the older tom had was a desirable and respectable one indeed. He hadn’t heard the scene with Goldenpaw take place, but if he had, it only would have made him feel better about his father. And this was because Frosttalon was his entire world.</sup>

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Mothkit rolled her eyes, deciding to ignore her father's question, instead providing her own. "Daddy, you absolutely must tell me what you were talking to Goldenpaw about, she is such a sweet cat," The kitten mewed, a coy, snarky edge lacing her usually sweet voice. She simpered, looking every bit the kind, meek kitten the clan thought her to be, but her eyes were hazel-coloured warnings, flashing dangerously at Frosttalon. Yes, she was daring this horrible, horrible tom to admit that he was trying to get poor, kind Goldenpaw into the same, ah, unfortunate predicament.

Suddenly, she opened her mouth to form an 'o', the very epitome of apologetic surprise. The she-kitten smiled again at her father, then flashed the same faux-kind expression at Laurelkit. Twisting her head in an adorable manner, Mothkit began to speak once more, her tone now airy and full of well-hidded hatred. "Oh Frosttalon, Daddy dearest, I am oh-so sorry I forgot to answer your question! As Laury and Willy said before, we didn't do anything at all like mischief! That wouldn't be very nice, would it Daddy? So I don't think we'll be needing your help, as much as you must obviously want to offer it!" As she so politely declined, she flashed a warning stare at her brothers, daring them to disagree, to say that being mischievous was a good thing.

ooc;; okay just noting that you should read all of her her speech as if she has a british accent. it's much better that way c:

[splashtana ★]

<sup>Honestly, she could be such a nuisance at times. Why was there a need to make their father feel bad about his oh so amazing actions? “Father, if it matters, I think it’s very sweet of you to spend time with Goldenpaw even if she isn’t the prettiest cat you’ve flirted with yet.” Laurelkit meowed defensively, shooting a contempt smirk over at Mothkit, before glancing back over to his father. Honestly, the little sky blue eyed kitten was in love with his father. Not like, the love mates had for each other, but the love a son had for his father. Though, did Frosttalon even like him? His mother loved him, and it took two to tango, so maybe he loved him as much as he should? Being a father and all, it would make sense. But then again, his mother certainly wasn’t in a relationship with Frosttalon anymore, so did that mean being his father was the least of the infamous tom’s concerns these days? His heart stopped suddenly. If he ended up like his father when he got older, would he act like his dad was acting now? Oh StarClan, that would be awkward. Of course, little did he know, he had a strong heart. Eventually, Laurelkit would grow up, stop being a flirtatious little thing, and settle down with one significant other.

Spotting a leaf across the clearing, his eyes lit up, and the kitten side in him came out. Racing over to leap on it, he grinned enthusiastically. Pulling back into a crouch, Laurelkit launched himself forward in a clumsy attempt at a hunting leap, and overshot his jump. Landing on his paws clumsily, he couldn’t help rolling over himself on falling flat out on his face. “Owwie!” He cried, and stood up. “Stupid ground. I’m glad I’m not in ShadowClan, they live in the ground!” Laurelkit spat, his eyes annoyed and frustrated as he spoke in his voice. It was still high pitched, it hadn’t deepened yet, but he was sure when it did he’d attract all the ladies, and he’d adore it. Of course, he was still just a little kitten, his fur still fluffy and not all that sleek, so he had plenty of time to just, you know, be a kitten before life got serious. Hopefully, he’d have plenty of time to just live before he had to fill his needs to be like his father. And those needs were pretty strong, mind you. His father was his hero, and everything he did, Laurelkit needed to do. Even if he didn’t, you know, have the same mindset.

Spotting one of his clanmates across the clearing, he blushed under his snow white pelt, not wanting to see the other tom see him mess up. But he didn’t know the real reason he didn’t want to be seen messing up in front of him yet. He was far to young to understand the complex world that he lived in. No one on the corner had swagger like him. Strutting back over to his family, Laurelkit grinned proudly. “Aren’t you proud of my hunting skills? I’m going to be an amazing apprentice, and beat Mothkit and Willowkit!” The cocky little white-furred tom purred excitedly, his sky blue eyes bright and shining. Provoking his siblings, it was just his thing. I mean, you must do it as well? Fighting was natural for siblings, so of course, Laurelkit felt the need to fight with his brother, Willowkit, and his sister, Mothkit. “Come on, let’s play! We can have teams! Who wants to be on my team?” The five moon old announced, shooting an expectant and hopeful glance up at his father before looking back at his siblings.</sup>

[Mama Oak]

frosttalon of riverclan
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The soft giggles of his grey-pelted son forced the charming grin more broadly across his muzzle, and when Laurelkit came bounding from the dimness of the nursery, the scent of milk clinging to his downy white fur, a throaty chuckle tumbled from Frosttalon’s maw. His children were bright with a typical, kittenesque chipperness that he cherished and joyous with the boundless energy of youth. Freed of responsibility, with permission to have fun and run... to scream and laugh. In complete honesty, the RiverClan tom would prefer their delightful company over most of his clanmates any day. If only his fellow warriors were just as inexplicably happy and less unbearably stoic, then perhaps Frosttalon would be able to better stand their company. But somewhere along the way, from squealing adolescence to that day an apprentice accepted their warrior name, cats... changed. Frosttalon wondered if it was said somewhere... a forgotten rule of the warrior code... that dance and laughter was admissible in kittenhood alone.

If so, StarClan be damned.

”Awh, now Laurelkit, your mother is an absolute treat. Calling a lovely she-cat an idiot is no way to appeal to their sensitives, I pray you remember such. We’re all gentlemen here, right?” His voice was not reprimanding or stern, but light and teasing, with just a hint of amusement. His gaze flickered from son to son and he offered them both happy, dazzling smiles. When his baby-blue pools fell on Mothkit, his smile twisted upward. The she-kitten’s words and tone were underpinned with a certain toy of challenge, thinly-veiled by feign-meekness. Her demeanor and the way she spoke hinted at witty potential, likely to be sharpened into a devious, lethal charm by the time she was a warrior.

Too bad the little thing was born a she-cat. Oh, Frosttalon had no doubt she’d make the toms dance for a bit but, in the end, she would just be another toy and another conquest. It was a shame, really, the white warrior thought as he caught the glare his daughter shot toward her brothers. Her barbed apologies and bittersweet manner would definitely give any tom a run for their efforts though, certainly, and the thought made Frosttalon chuckle as he studied the tiny femme, returning her derisive gaze with nothing more or less than affection. ”Now what’s so criminal about a wee mischief, little one? A bit of playful misconduct every now and again, why, that’s nothing less than admirable. The secret to eternal youth!” He offered the dilute calico a quick wink before twirling himself around just in time to see his son trip over his own paws and kiss the ground. Suppressing a snicker because it wasn’t exactly a fatherly thing to do, he watched as Laurelkit scrambled back to his feet; the quick recovery smothering any kindling of concern that Frosttalon might have felt.

When he flitted back to them, the proud smile on his muzzle giving no intimation to any sort of embarrassment felt for the tumble, Frosttalon flicked his tail and nodded, the beginning of a smirk tugging his lips crooked. ”Oh, perhaps, perhaps.. unless Mothkit or Willowkit are fortunate enough to snag me as a mentor — then my lovely Laury, I’m afraid they’ll be quite the tough competition.” He glanced at Mothkit and Willowkit with a devilish grin, before dropping his body to his kitten’s height and whispering hushedly in Laurelkit’s ear. ”But let’s show them what you’re made of now, hmm?” Without waiting for his son’s response, Frosttalon gave a mock cry and darted forward. Without so much as a warning, he had swept Mothkit from her paws and rolled them both in the dirt, carefully distributing his weight so as not to squish her. When they came to a stop, both his solid white and her dilute calico pelt dirtied, he nipped at an ear and leaped away before she could immediately retaliate.

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Tagged: Snakey/Willowkit, Splashy/Laurelkit, Immi/Mothkit and/or anyone else who'd like to join.
Post Scriptum: You guys are lovely. <3

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Mothkit tensed as her body was flung head over paws, landing on her stomach. The kitten blinked slowly at Frosttalon and Laurelkit, a barely hidden rage showing. Her nose twitched, and with a sigh, she released the visible anger. Of course, the key word there is visible anger. Annoyance still pumped through her veins, it always would. Mothkit was just wise enough not to let those blundering fools- ah, excuse her incorrect thoughts - wonderfully playful living failures, she had meant to say, get what they wanted.

"Why Daddy-kins, what was that for? That kind of hurt!" The dilute calico mock-whined, managing a believable pout. Daintily, she licked a paw and ran it through the fur at the top of her head. Mothkit began to stagger to her paws, an act, of course. There was no point, she told herself. No point at all in satisfying horrible, horrible toms. But at the end of that thought, she quietly added 'But Willowkit is okay, I suppose.'