pafp NEW YEAR // ROOM SERVICE

[badgerstripe]

Things are starting to go back to normal, now. At least.. as normal they can get after what had happened. Badgerstripe suffers a tremendous heartache, but does her best to push past it - for the better of the Clan. As a healthy warrior she cannot falter - it is her duty to repair what remains.

The medicine cat's den is full after the battle, and within it lies one of her childhood friends. Today, feeling a little gloomy, she doesn't have the intentions to sit around and chat.. but maybe, as cooped up as these cats must feel, they do. Outside the den sits a pile of fresh moss, and a few wads are held in Badgerstripe's mouth as she enters the den. The stench of herbs and metallic smell of blood barrages her nose as she moves to her first nest.

The molly sets down her moss at the foot of Doepath's nest, and carefully begins to maneuver old pieces out from the outer edge. " Don't move. I can work around you, " she mumbles softly as her paws slowly work at removing the herb-plastered parts of the nest, and weaving in some fresh. Her belly-fur tickles the ground as she sits and she shifts from side to side uncomfortable, suddenly aware of the weight she had been gaining. If her condition wasn't obvious before, it is now.

" How are you feeling? " Badgerstripe speaks again, distractedly. Her eyes still yet do not raise to meet her 'patient's.

BADGERSTRIPE ( she/her )​

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( ooc ) please wait for @doecry ࿔ <3

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[doepath ࿔]

It's a blessing to have so many clan-mates at the ready to help Gentlestorm... He is a stubborn, gnarled thing, wrapped up in his fears and pride in a way that proves a detriment. The sound of shuffling paws drawing near warns of approaching presence and though she tries her best to be cordial, the hair along her spine stands on end anyways. Badgerstripe murmurs an instruction for stillness and as the fawn blinks her thanks, goes about the delicate task of taking the flattened, tattered pieces of bedding away. "Thank you...."

Blurry golden eyes trail down the figure of the other she-cat, uncertain how to fill the silence as her attention settles on the wideness of her stomach- it's hard to tell from normal but it certainly seems a little... rounder? Its shape is not so rigid and bone-lined as a fit warrior should be. Hadn't Gentlestorm mentioned something about that... is that what she'd overheard?

The question to her health startles her, so locked in her own pondering, that she twitches her ears to dispel the alarm. "Oh... uh.... Better, I think... Gentlestorm's been well... gentle." The corners of her lips twitch into a smile, "What about you...? I thought I heard maybe... you'll be moving to the nursery? Are you excited?"​