A long time had passed since Ferndance had shared prey with a clanmate, preferring to hoard it in the nursery for her and her children to nibble on throughout the day. The falling sun turned ShadowClan's sky a rainbow of reds and purples, within the dusk, the cinnamon tabby found herself close to the curly-haired Batchaser. Where her emerald eyes seemed to falter to the floor with sleep, the other seemed alive now that night was coming, admittedly, Ferndance was jealous. Rearing four rambunctious kittens had been more exhausting than any warrior duty, the chance to catch up on rest had not been granted to her yet, and she doubted it would until the moon shifted phase once more. There was a quiet between them, the smoke seemed content to be by himself, and Ferndance didn't seem to be in a hurry to break the silence... for a time, for exactly one minute, before the shuffle of dexterous paws became more deliberate. She looked towards Batchaser with a smile, a mouse's tail hanging limply from between the former Lead Warrior's teeth. "I think we have been looking at the names of little critters all wrong,"
The ice had not been broken, it had been shattered entirely, she believed. Understanding shone in Ferndance's eyes, as if enlightened by the inner workings of her mind. "Butterfly, woodlouse, ladybird. Dragonfly, bumblebee, earwig. What if they're the bug's warrior names? And they all just... share one big name? I've given my fleas some already, but... oh... oh dear..." Ears flattened, wounded by a sudden idea, and a hindpaw riffed at her torso until two of her aforementioned friends flew out. Quietly, she mewed, "I might've been too presumptuous... they might not have wanted a name..." 'Flea' might be just fine for them! Oh, she hoped she hadn't hurt their feelings, outside of her family, the bugs had been the nicest company she'd kept these past few moons. Her mind briefly wandered to others, how they would feel now that she could be a warrior again, and the cinnamon tabby's heart raced with excitement. Blinking slowly, Ferndance's attention slowly settled back onto Batchaser, shimmying the mouse tail into the mouth and gulping. She leaned forward towards the tom, expression grave with awe and wonder. "Would it change how you viewed bugs if they lived just like us?"
@BATCHASER
