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Orangeblossom sets down the tinsel toy Ashenclaw had given her and heaves a long sigh as she looks around the nursery. The gaggle of apprentices she'd accidentally enlisted to clean it a quarter moon ago had been more diligent in its upkeep since, even if Deersong had moved back into the warriors' den recently; the sour smell of stale moss was nearly gone, and the holly bush would not remain this quiet for long. And she'd be stuck here ... until her kits were apprenticed.
Alone.
(Mostly. Sorrel didn't quite count, even if the little chocolate tabby had been running rampant with Shardpaw in the moon leading up to the latter's apprenticeship.)
Orangeblossom nudges the tinsel toy towards a corner, somewhere towards the left side of the den. The spot is out of the way of a draft and would be easy to defend if the nursery was breached, but the whole nursery is a bit drafty with no other adults sleeping there with her and no cat else to defend it. It would be too quiet, she thinks, without Auburnflame muttering in his sleep about sparrows and the mystery culprit behind the snoring that she's heard recently throughout the night. She wonders if Ashenclaw would have moved into the nursery with her, if he were here. One paw tests on the toy as her mind wanders, ears twitching backwards as a peal of purring laughter drifts over from the mini-meeting of new warriors.
At least her apprentice would be in good paws during this time; Eveningpaw would be taken care of by Thistleback, even if the novelty of being mentored by her father might wear off pretty quickly. She's not sure how Termitepaw would go, though - even though Orangeblossom hadn't officially taken on her mate's apprentice after he'd vanished, they'd tagged along a lot and their jitters might not work particularly well with Thistleback's more gruff attitude. Hmm. Maybe she would talk to Blazestar about that.
She doesn't realise she's been staring off into space, one paw still on the toy as if it was to keep it running off like prey, until a voice sounds behind her and she jumps.
"What?" She asks, caught entirely off guard.
- // this thread runs adjacent toooooo this thread! a character in this thread will likely overhear conversation in figfeather's thread and vice versa :3
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— she/her, skyclan deputy.
— mentor to eveningpaw.
— attack in #e08550. uses trees as an integral part of her fighting style.
— mean enough to note that her thoughts don't reflect my opinions as a writer haha.
— penned by mercibun; @ me in any official tabbytales discord for plots. :]
— art by merc!<3