Family Bonding || Frigidheart + Wolf + Nightpaw Family Time

Orange eyes peered from the shadows, watching the large cat’s every motion. Well, well, well, if it isn’t yet another crime being committed. It wasn’t really a crime, probably, but all the same the thrill of being out of MoonClan territory’s and in a neutral space was thrilling for Nightpaw. He stayed as quiet and as low as possible. He’d been informed from a pretty early age that his pelt would make sneaking around difficult - apparently black stuck out, somehow, though the white… made sense. With his grandfather’s attention elsewhere - expecting someone? - he was sure he had a good chance of a successful mission.

His worst enemy. Being gently picked up by the scruff.

Nightpaw yelped his surprise, wiggling briefly as he tried to squirm his way out of the grasp before remembering that he was too big for Swiftsnow to do that now. So if not her then…? Oh. He groaned in protest. “Hey! Let me down!” A pointless request he didn’t expect to be answered directly, and so he turned his attention to Frigidheart once more, a mischievous little grin on his muzzle. “So, what evil schemes are you coming up with today? I’ve caught you red-pawed, you can’t trick me.”

Grinning with a smug pride, Nightpaw wiggled to orient himself to properly face Frigidheart. He’d gotten quite good at orienting himself while being scruff-held in all his moons as a rowdy kit and now a rowdy apprentice. Kind of a shame this skill wasn’t particularly useful for being a warrior, but hey, it was helpful right now. That counted for something. Probably. “Obviously!,” he agreed with a heavy air of accusation. “You won’t get away with it, though, because I found you. Maybe if you give up now I’ll go easy on you.” Dangle dangle. Yet another skill he’d picked up in all his moons of life - how to sound like he had the upper paw when he was in fact at another cat’s mercy.

His eyes got wider with every addition from his grandparents, full-moon eyes now darting back and forth between them as his imagination played at what could be out in a place like this. He’d heard SunClan was attacked by foxes four moons ago, so there might be foxes - but what ate the foxes? Weirder lizards and bugs? Poisonous animals, maybe? A bird big enough to eat Wolf in one bite? The questions spun in his head, coming too fast to become any cohesive sentence for his mouth, until he finally settled on a summary word. “Woah…”

Standing as tall as he possibly could, aided by placing his paws up on Frigidheart, he tried to survey the area. “So, like-! How big? Do you see them a lot? Did they eat your ears?” A kit-like possibility came to mind, but in the frenzy of the moment whether or not it was kit-like didn’t process for him. Instead, Nightpaw stared at Frigidheart once more with wide orange eyes. “Did they eat the color off your pelt?”

He watched with increasing awe as Frigidheart answered, trying to imagine the sort of encounters the old cat might have seen until - huh? “No way,” he breathed incredulously. Obviously, Nightpaw had been the one to ask, but-? Surely that was impossible? Surely...? But then... things were so strange even from Nightpaw's perspective, lately, could he really rule anything out? Exchanging a glance between the two ancient beings, he decided on Wolf as his perch. He scurried up the large cinnamon cat's shoulders, putting his paws on their head and trying to keep a diligent eye on their surroundings. His pelt was already half blank, if anything happened he might just melt into the rest of his family. “Why do you keep coming out here then?”