Remaing

[~Scorn::Whisker::Simba~]

//Rouge, and Ginger only!//

Longwhisker padded up to the Johnsons'. It was the house where the remaining of his kit's, Ginger, Simba, and Rouge lived. Rouge would sure not be happy to see him, the tom knew for sure, and Ginger, she would barely speak, but seh would be happy about him visiting. Simba, the tom could imagine the kit stumbling over to the place where Longwhisker sat, in the shade of the fence that blocked off the other two neighbors of the Johnsons'.

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Simba smelt his father. It was a scent in the distance, but the tom was able to tell he was there. The over sized neck hair of his went flying as the big cat sprinted over to where the silver striped tom stayed, looking for his three kits. "Daddy, how are you, Dad?" He asked as first, trying not to sound to excited, and not trying to sound to tired as the young kit panted, waiting for his father to reply, and also waiting for Ginger and Rouge to join the lion looking kit on the visit with their loner father.

[cougarpaw]

[glow=black,2,400]Lifting up his head, Rouge snorted in disgust as he scented his father aproaching. Heaving himself to his paws, he wearily padded to sit beside his brother Simba, curling his multi-colored tail around his paws. He flicked his one ear as he heard his father approaching and his lips lifted in a small snarl. Why did his father have to come now? Didn't he get it that he wasn't welcome here, being the cause of his beloved mother and sister's death?[/glow]

[Nightfur and Co.]

Ginger could hardly believe it--there was her father, through the window. With a mrrow of happiness she left off the woman's lap and ran to the door, squeezing through and running up to sit beside her brothers. Rogue was moody, as usual, and SImba was happy--as was she, but she didn't know what to say. She just sat there, grinning broadly at her dad and purring loudly.

[~Scorn::Whisker::Simba~]

The silver cat purred. They were all happy to see him, atleast for the most part. With a loud mrrrow of happiness mixed in with his words he mewed, "My children, you have all grown so much since I have seen you!" His words wornt true, but most kits like to be told that they were growing swiftly. Of course the last time he visited was about four day ago, but it seemed like years to him. "Has anything happened lately that is important? Are you getting along with your neighbors, behaving, or makiing new friends?" His silver tail curved around his paws, and then off his paws, to his back, and then back on his paws as he smiled and waited for his kits to reply.

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Simba looked at his dad, his large mane like hair around his neck, chest, and underbelly shook slightly as he talked, "Um... well, I haven't met anybody new, of course I am behaving, I mean I always behave!" He grinned a mishevious, toothy grin as he expected everyone to laugh. He wasn't as bad as Rouge, but Simba, oh yes, the cat always found a way to get in trouble, being nosey, or getting into other peoples busisness. That was his specialty!

[cougarpaw]

[glow=Black,2,300]Rouge just glared at his father, not even aknowleding what he had said. Scorn ran through his mind like lightning. What right did he have to praise them? When his brother Simba started talking, he pricked his ear, listening intently for a reason to bully him. Finding one, he snorted when Simba insisted that he always behaved, and thumped him rather hardly on the back with his silver and red Maine Coon tail.[/glow]

[Nightfur and Co.]

Ginger smiled at her father. "We're all doing great, Dad. I've pretty much stayed in the garden, but it's so interesting here!" She blinked at Rogue and rolled her eyes. Moody little tom.

[~Scorn::Whisker::Simba~]

Longwhisker smiled at Ginger. She was just so sweet, she would have a great mate some day, if she learned to talk more. Rouge, he well, didn't really have a long discription about him, Rouge refused accept his father into his life, but Longwhisker wasn't going to push Rouge, he would some day like his father, like Ginger and Simba. "That is great to know, Ginger, and well, Simba, glad to see that you haven't been getting into any trouble." He winked at the ginger colored kit figue of Simba. He would be a excellent father. His kits were the best that you could find.

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[cougarpaw]

[glow=black,2,400]Rouge sat there, with his tail tip twitching as he watched his father and siblings with disdain in his eyes. How could they welcome him like that, after what he caused. Growling with disapproval, he turned around and started to stalk off, hating his father every moment of the way.[/glow]

[Nightfur and Co.]

Ginger scowled after Rogue. "Get back here, Grumpypaws!" she called out. "Be nice for once! Just because Mom died doesn't mean you have to shut everyone out!"

She could hear the sting of her words, and felt it in her throat after they escaped; she hung her head, her happiness depleted. Ever since her mother had died from that dog attack that had killed her sister, she had missed her badly. Lunar had been her best friend out of all her siblings, and her mother was the best that anyone could have. But that dog had ruined it all! Inside she was angry; who wouldn't be? But Rogue, Rogue showed it everyday--the way he moved, spoke, and acted with those around him. Simba was happy all the time; she didn't know if he was angry or distraught or what.

But her? Inside she was hurt. Hurt that her sister had died, hurt that she was taken away from her right when she had loved her the most. Needed her the most. Then...then, when her mother didn't come back, going to find Lunar, she knew they were both dead. Dead as a doorknob.

[cougarpaw]

[glow=black,2,400]Rouge just scowled angrily. "Who're you insulting crybaby!" he shouted after her. He wanted to yowl out loud, all the pain of his mother and sister's death washed over him, causing his body to tense up, keeping him from padding away from his siblings. With his eyes flashing, Rouge turned around and sat down, but far away from his siblings. Scowling at his father, Rouge's eyes filled with anger and hatred, why wouldn't he just go away and never come back? Why wouldn't he find another cat's life to ruin?[/glow]

[Nightfur and Co.]

Ginger sniffed. "Nice comeback," she sneered at him. He was always like this--never happy. Why couldn't he be happy like Simba?

[cougarpaw]

[glow=black,2,400]Rouge looked his sibling right in the eye and snorted. "I don't cry every moment of the day wishing mother would come back, I get on with life and live it, unlike you who spends her time inside thinking in sorrow about mother!" he snarled, his voice indifferent the whole time.[/glow]

//Was I a little too mean for Rouge's personality?//

[Nightfur and Co.]

Ginger was taken aback by her brother's comment. "Well, at least I don't destroy her memory!" the she-cat shot back. "You think it's Dad's fault Mom and Lunar died! I forgave them, all of them!" She stood, tail lashing, and glared at him. "I know when to stop grieving," she meowed menacingly.

[~Scorn::Whisker::Simba~]

Longwhisker watched his two siblings fight. Ginger seemed on the verge of tears, but every time he heard Dot, his old mate's name, or mother, he flinched. The dog destroyed their lifes, but Rouge, he showed it of all of them the most. The silver tom finally let his thoughts disappear, along with the swirling memory of the ginger she-cat, Dot, and stopped the argueing, "You two..." He was seriously surprized, and at the same time happy that Ginger had begun to stand up for herself, "Your mother died, because StarCl... I mean, she died because she would never lived with herself knowing that she let her kit die."

'Why!' He began to think to himself why still glaring at Rouge. 'Longwhisker, do you hear yourself, do not bring up StarClan... or any of the clans for that matter...' But the tom knew it was to late, if SImba or Rouge, or even Ginger began asking questions, he knew that he couldn't lie to them, he would just have to tell them the legend of the clans... and about StarClan, and with any luck, they would love this place far to much to leave for the clans. What Longwhisker heard from gossip, the clans had just squeezed them selfs out of another situation, to of the leaders, Silverstar, and Stormstar, his old leader had died, and Dragonheart, along with Wingclaw were to become leader. Moonstar had also died recently, and her deputy, Windchaser didn't take the position, so ShadowClan was apparently still searching for a leader (*cough* Dogclaw).

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[cougarpaw]

[glow=black,2,400]Rouge sat there, hatred gleaming in his eyes as his father spoke. When his father mentioned something about Starsomething, curiousity pricked his mind. When his father was done speaking, he growled angrily. "What's this Star whatever?" he demanded, his voice cold.[/glow]

[Nightfur and Co.]

Ginger stopped with her mouth half-open. "I'm with Rogue," she meowed. "What's StarCl?" Her dad was hiding something, she knew it. She also knew Rogue would do anything to know what it was. She wanted to know, too, but if her dad didn't want to tell them, he didn't want to tell them.