Disclaimer: I don't own Minecraft or Warriors! Thanks for reading!
The tom dipped his head and stared at his paws. Storm felt her heart start to race and she ran to him, burying her nose in his shoulder fur. Stitch drew away and asked, "Don't you hate me after I…left you?"
Storm froze. She shook her head. "No," she mewed. "I would never hate you, Stitch. You're my father, and I l-…I love you for that."
Stitch's yellow eyes shone with surprise. "I'm sorry I left you," he murmured. "I…wasn't expecting your mother to have kits. She never told me. I regret everything. I was so surprised, I ran off."
She licked him between the ears. What's going on? Locke asked. Shut up, this cat's my dad! She replied, digging her claws into the ground. "Where do you live?" Storm asked, eager to change the subject.
Stitch jerked his head to a corner in the alleyway. "Follow me," he meowed, turning around and walking into the darkness.
Storm tasted the air and followed him, fur bristling as her whiskers brushed the walls. She saw her father silhouetted against a dim light. He entered a strange clearing with stone floors and gray fences with holes in it surrounding the 'home'. A ripped up brown patch of fluff was sitting in one of the corners. "What's that?"
"That's where I sleep," Stitch replied. She wrinkled her nose and looked around; a half-eaten shrew was sitting next to the bed and small bones were scattered around the clearing. A large light brown piece of wood—Storm didn't really know what it was—was built into a wall, with a medium-sized flap at the bottom.
"Is that a twoleg den? Do you, uh, hunt?"
"Sometimes," he shrugged. "They feed me, sometimes, though…" And after that, Storm left a worried Locke back at her old home while she shared a plump rabbit with her father.
