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⁺˚⋆。°✩₊ With the threat of wolves out in the territory, Flamewhisker had opted to spend their evening together inside the camp. Soon she would be due to join the other queens in the nursery, so she would rather be out in the forest enjoying her last few days, but she wouldn't risk the safety of their unborn kits. She had been foolish while she carried their last litter, and she refused to make the same mistake again.
The fiery tabby drew her tongue across her mate's shoulder, pausing to make an exaggerated face. "Great Starclan, did you fight a badger on your patrol today? Or did you attack a thorn bush? Your pelt is a disaster." She leaned in again, using her teeth to gnaw at a thorn that was stuck in his fur. Carefully, she pulled it out and placed it off to the side to dispose of later. The last thing she needed was a thorn ending up in somebodies paw, or in someone's bedding somehow. "I can't wait to clean our kit's pelts. That was one of my favorite things to do...cleaning their fur after a long day of playing. Asking them what games they learned, or what stories the elders told them..." she trailed off, remembering the time Stormfeather and Falconheart first listened to Little Wolf's story about the Great Clans. "I can't wait to meet them." She paused, turning her head towards her growing belly. She gazed at it for a moment, with such fierce love in her eyes it was almost as if they were already here.
"Have you thought of any names?"
The fiery tabby drew her tongue across her mate's shoulder, pausing to make an exaggerated face. "Great Starclan, did you fight a badger on your patrol today? Or did you attack a thorn bush? Your pelt is a disaster." She leaned in again, using her teeth to gnaw at a thorn that was stuck in his fur. Carefully, she pulled it out and placed it off to the side to dispose of later. The last thing she needed was a thorn ending up in somebodies paw, or in someone's bedding somehow. "I can't wait to clean our kit's pelts. That was one of my favorite things to do...cleaning their fur after a long day of playing. Asking them what games they learned, or what stories the elders told them..." she trailed off, remembering the time Stormfeather and Falconheart first listened to Little Wolf's story about the Great Clans. "I can't wait to meet them." She paused, turning her head towards her growing belly. She gazed at it for a moment, with such fierce love in her eyes it was almost as if they were already here.
"Have you thought of any names?"
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DONT NEED TO SAVE ME ──┐
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@Flycatcher
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⭃ LH red tabby with low white (masks black tabby, carries dilute, solid)
⭃ currently mated to Flycatcher / / mother to: Falconheart and Stormfeather
⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
⭃ will start a fight, will finish fights, will kill (case depending)
⭃ link to toyhouse
⭃ penned by Icey ! ↛ @icefang65 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.