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Her heart throbs in her throat. In, out. Bitterness washes over the back of her throat. In, out. Her ribs feel as if they might rattle from the frantic, rabbit-quick beats of her heart. In, out.
"Blazestar?" The feral racing of her heartbeat, the acerbic taste lapping over her back teeth, can be blamed on the familiar anxiety that makes her limbs tremble and her head spin. The fatigue that weighs down her paws, the roiling of her stomach that saps her appetite, the sleepiness draped over her like languid clouds each morning, cannot. She is no trembling young cat anymore; it does not take coughing up her morning meals for a half-moon to make her figure this out now. She only needs to feel that slight discomfort, that alien feeling creeping over her abdomen, and she awakens today with this dangerous premonition. "Could I—could I talk to you for a moment?"
She hates to pull him away from the clump of warriors he's talking to—her kind, gentle, trusting mate. But the drowsy mornings, the abrupt and alternate tides of hunger and nausea, the ever-so-slight thickening of her waist snagged by her own painfully experienced eye. She barely waits for the pair of them to be a couple fox-lengths from the rest of the clan, tucked near the freshly reinforced wall. "It's—I have something to tell you." Her throat is dry and stinging when she swallows, and something more than nausea is stuck in her throat.
"I'm pregnant," she nearly whispers. Bobbie watches her mate with wide, frightened eyes searching every inch of his face, legs locked as if to flee. There will be joy, eventually, regardless of the outcome—but now, it's fear that washes over her. A primal, feral, clawing fear that sinks its teeth deep. The fear of a cowering, cornered animal, left for dead. The heart-wrenching fear that once again, she will have spoiled everything. That when she wakes in their nest tomorrow, she will be all alone in the snow.
// talking to @BLAZESTAR but not a pafp and no need to wait! feel free to have your character overhear......or eavesdrop >:)
"Blazestar?" The feral racing of her heartbeat, the acerbic taste lapping over her back teeth, can be blamed on the familiar anxiety that makes her limbs tremble and her head spin. The fatigue that weighs down her paws, the roiling of her stomach that saps her appetite, the sleepiness draped over her like languid clouds each morning, cannot. She is no trembling young cat anymore; it does not take coughing up her morning meals for a half-moon to make her figure this out now. She only needs to feel that slight discomfort, that alien feeling creeping over her abdomen, and she awakens today with this dangerous premonition. "Could I—could I talk to you for a moment?"
She hates to pull him away from the clump of warriors he's talking to—her kind, gentle, trusting mate. But the drowsy mornings, the abrupt and alternate tides of hunger and nausea, the ever-so-slight thickening of her waist snagged by her own painfully experienced eye. She barely waits for the pair of them to be a couple fox-lengths from the rest of the clan, tucked near the freshly reinforced wall. "It's—I have something to tell you." Her throat is dry and stinging when she swallows, and something more than nausea is stuck in her throat.
"I'm pregnant," she nearly whispers. Bobbie watches her mate with wide, frightened eyes searching every inch of his face, legs locked as if to flee. There will be joy, eventually, regardless of the outcome—but now, it's fear that washes over her. A primal, feral, clawing fear that sinks its teeth deep. The fear of a cowering, cornered animal, left for dead. The heart-wrenching fear that once again, she will have spoiled everything. That when she wakes in their nest tomorrow, she will be all alone in the snow.
// talking to @BLAZESTAR but not a pafp and no need to wait! feel free to have your character overhear......or eavesdrop >:)
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