- Feb 23, 2024
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As Bilberrykit understands it, when a cat grows up they are supposed to find a mate or they are supposed to have kittens. When someone has a mate, they are supposed to cuddle with each other and groom each other between the ears and sometimes say that they love each other, very very much. It is one of the things that Bilberrykit is looking forward to when he is grown—he thinks he’ll find a mate really fast! (He’s really good at finding things, just yesterday he found a cricket.)
But when Bilberrykit looks around WindClan, he cannot help but notice that many of the adults don’t have a mate and don’t have kits.
Sometimes, this is for a reason. Grown up cats aren’t always pretty, and they aren’t always very nice. This means that nobody wants to cuddle with them or lick them between the ears or say that they love them very very much. It’s a little sad, but it’s alright if things are a little sad, on occasion. But then there are cats like Cottonpaw—she has a name like an apprentice but she’s grown up, and Bilberrykit has never seen her tell anyone else that she loves them very very much. She’s pretty and Bilberrykit has never seen her be rude, so it would stand to reason that she does have a mate, somewhere, that Bilberrykit hasn’t noticed before.
It is with this conclusion that Bilberrykit approaches Cottonpaw in the center of camp, tail held aloft and nothing but curiosity on his young face. “Where’s your mate?” As he asks, he peers beneath Cottonpaw’s belly, as if she might be hiding them down there, “And why don’t you have any kits? I’d notice if you had kits, we’d be over there together.” He nods his head towards the nursery.
//please wait for @cottonpaw
But when Bilberrykit looks around WindClan, he cannot help but notice that many of the adults don’t have a mate and don’t have kits.
Sometimes, this is for a reason. Grown up cats aren’t always pretty, and they aren’t always very nice. This means that nobody wants to cuddle with them or lick them between the ears or say that they love them very very much. It’s a little sad, but it’s alright if things are a little sad, on occasion. But then there are cats like Cottonpaw—she has a name like an apprentice but she’s grown up, and Bilberrykit has never seen her tell anyone else that she loves them very very much. She’s pretty and Bilberrykit has never seen her be rude, so it would stand to reason that she does have a mate, somewhere, that Bilberrykit hasn’t noticed before.
It is with this conclusion that Bilberrykit approaches Cottonpaw in the center of camp, tail held aloft and nothing but curiosity on his young face. “Where’s your mate?” As he asks, he peers beneath Cottonpaw’s belly, as if she might be hiding them down there, “And why don’t you have any kits? I’d notice if you had kits, we’d be over there together.” He nods his head towards the nursery.
//please wait for @cottonpaw
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