Huzzah, the return of Colors! Writing truly is the necessity of the writer in need (to be used as escape from dull relatives and bad '60's music).
Spiderleg blinked once, twice, three times, because he still couldn't believe that he was a father. He didn't love Daisy very much (it should have been, as they agreed, a one-time occurrence for the sake of it), and as far as Spiderleg was concerned, he wouldn't make much of a father anyways.
Dustpelt had been a good father to him and his brothers and sisters. He made a point in aiding Ferncloud in grooming them before their warrior ceremonies, and demanding full reports from mentors after an assessment. Queens often looked at Ferncloud with jealousy when Dustpelt came around every day.
Spiderleg had figured he would never go to see Daisy or his kits, but when he saw Rosekit open her tiny pink mouth and let out a pitiful mew, he felt a swell of pride. Because the little furball was his daughter. And that was one thing that Spiderleg loved.
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