Post by :c a i: on Apr 3, 2010 9:10:56 GMT -6
Swiftkit stared his mother for a long moment, as if he were trying to determine whether she was telling him the truth or a lie. Eventually, he broke his gaze off and instead switched it towards the tom, settling as a frostily blank expression. He looked the ShadowClan cat up and down, his eyes narrowing defiantly. Whether or not this tom was his father changed nothing. It didn't affect who he, Swiftkit, was, it didn't affect where his heart lay and it didn't change his loyalties. ShadowClan could keep that strange tom; he had no place in WindClan.
"I see." Swiftkit said in a cool voice. "Even if he is my father, when he goes back to ShadowClan, I'm not going with him." He was being rude now, and he felt a little bit guilty. It wasn't as if he had given his father a chance to prove what kind of a cat he was. Swiftkit felt slightly ashamed of his hasty prejudice against him, yet at the same time he was far too stubborn to take back his harsh words. After all, this was the father who had been nothing to any of them throughout their lives so far. Why should he make a difference now? He couldn't come swanning into WindClan and expect his kits - if they really were his (although there seemed little doubt of that - to come trotting after him into ShadowClan's stinky marshes adoringly.
Still, Swiftkit had to admit that he was slightly curious about the tom. He had wondered about his father in the past, though he was far too proud to admit it. Here was a chance, offered up on a plate, for him to find out about him, yet he was on course to throw it away. Swiftkit glared at the tom accusingly. He hadn't even heard Foxfur speak yet, but he was already feeling mixed up and confused. Not liking it, Swiftkit stalked around to back up Sandkit, shaking his head vehemently.
"Me neither! I don't want to go anywhere."
"I see." Swiftkit said in a cool voice. "Even if he is my father, when he goes back to ShadowClan, I'm not going with him." He was being rude now, and he felt a little bit guilty. It wasn't as if he had given his father a chance to prove what kind of a cat he was. Swiftkit felt slightly ashamed of his hasty prejudice against him, yet at the same time he was far too stubborn to take back his harsh words. After all, this was the father who had been nothing to any of them throughout their lives so far. Why should he make a difference now? He couldn't come swanning into WindClan and expect his kits - if they really were his (although there seemed little doubt of that - to come trotting after him into ShadowClan's stinky marshes adoringly.
Still, Swiftkit had to admit that he was slightly curious about the tom. He had wondered about his father in the past, though he was far too proud to admit it. Here was a chance, offered up on a plate, for him to find out about him, yet he was on course to throw it away. Swiftkit glared at the tom accusingly. He hadn't even heard Foxfur speak yet, but he was already feeling mixed up and confused. Not liking it, Swiftkit stalked around to back up Sandkit, shaking his head vehemently.
"Me neither! I don't want to go anywhere."