- Jun 7, 2022
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Flamewhisker — I'll sleep when I'm dead
Almost a week had passed since she had learned that she was carrying Flycatcher's kits. With each passing day, worry rooted it's way deeper and deeper inside her. Although, she had plenty of reasons to be afraid. Bringing kits into the forest was dangerous enough in green leaf, but she was doing it in the middle of the winter. The clan was hungry, there was a loose traitor, the tensions with the other clans was high...she could go on and on if she wanted to, but each time she thought about it, it made her feel sick.
The sun was starting to begin it's slumber for the evening as she followed the grey tom from the camp's exit. With the light snow starting to fall, she could only assume their walk would be cut short tonight. Even though she would understand why, there was still a tug in her belly wishing the walk wouldn't end, and she wouldn't have to go back to the camp. She had already been told several times she shouldn't be out and about as much, but she was too stubborn for that. She was expecting, not dying.
A crisp breeze ruffled her fur, and she would press against his side. It was another simple reminder of what they had done..."Will they be okay?" she would ask softly, not even trying to disguise the worry that filled her voice. There was no use anymore, he could read her like a book.
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@Flycatcher
Almost a week had passed since she had learned that she was carrying Flycatcher's kits. With each passing day, worry rooted it's way deeper and deeper inside her. Although, she had plenty of reasons to be afraid. Bringing kits into the forest was dangerous enough in green leaf, but she was doing it in the middle of the winter. The clan was hungry, there was a loose traitor, the tensions with the other clans was high...she could go on and on if she wanted to, but each time she thought about it, it made her feel sick.
The sun was starting to begin it's slumber for the evening as she followed the grey tom from the camp's exit. With the light snow starting to fall, she could only assume their walk would be cut short tonight. Even though she would understand why, there was still a tug in her belly wishing the walk wouldn't end, and she wouldn't have to go back to the camp. She had already been told several times she shouldn't be out and about as much, but she was too stubborn for that. She was expecting, not dying.
A crisp breeze ruffled her fur, and she would press against his side. It was another simple reminder of what they had done..."Will they be okay?" she would ask softly, not even trying to disguise the worry that filled her voice. There was no use anymore, he could read her like a book.
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@Flycatcher