10-01-2018, 10:40 PM
[div style="margin-top: 30px; text-align: center; font-family: timesnewroman; font-size: 35px; color: white;"]pierce parker
☀ — 'cause i love you's not enough, i'm lost for words
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Pierce was immensely proud of his little girl. Or, maybe he couldn't really call her "little" anymore. She was six months old now, as old as Pierce had been when he was promoted to the head of an entire subgroup of ranks in his first clan. The pale-furred serval was just a month shy of Pierce's age when he had been captured by an enemy for the first time, tortured, nearly stabbed to death. He had hardly made it out alive, and mentally, he had been fucked for life. Maybe that was a contributor to his terrible protectiveness over the sickly femme, illness and dead family aside.
Regardless of whether she was "little" or not anymore, she'd been doing incredibly well around Sunhaven as of late, and Pierce couldn't wait to see her grow up into a strong, dependable member of the clan. He just hoped she wouldn't have to endure all the terrible things he had- so far so good, though.
The Goldenblood approached shortly after Bucky, offering his coworker a half-smile as he turned his gaze from the Maine coon to his daughter, features brightening. "May I have one, too, Clem?" he requested, tilting his head slightly to the side as he eased himself to the ground, tail curling around his paws.
"speech"
Regardless of whether she was "little" or not anymore, she'd been doing incredibly well around Sunhaven as of late, and Pierce couldn't wait to see her grow up into a strong, dependable member of the clan. He just hoped she wouldn't have to endure all the terrible things he had- so far so good, though.
The Goldenblood approached shortly after Bucky, offering his coworker a half-smile as he turned his gaze from the Maine coon to his daughter, features brightening. "May I have one, too, Clem?" he requested, tilting his head slightly to the side as he eased himself to the ground, tail curling around his paws.
"speech"
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