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[ @SUNSTAR but don't worry about waiting !! :3 also this thread is meant to be awkward. have fun make fun of her. haha dork!!!! ]
Cottonsprig sits beside the medicine den, her tail twitching with thinly veiled agitation. Earlier that morning, Sunstar had been visiting Wolfsong - a simple intrusion, like usual, yet the she-cat had found herself annoyed for no reason other than to be. Her sleep was unintentionally interrupted and whilst she tried to make use of herself, the two toms chattered away. Realistically it must've only lasted a few moments, and yet when her leader asked her if she was feeling well, all she could offer him was a stern, "I'm fine." Maybe he was feeling kind that morning, or maybe he had too much to do to worry about her snippiness, but the tom left shortly thereafter - and Cottonsprig simmered.
It lasted for hours, it seemed. She visited Junco like she usually does and her friend even denoted her sour attitude as of late - which earned the silver tabby a snort from her blue smoke friend. Others, too, must've noticed how their usually cheerful medicine cat seemed simply annoyed by the day.
The sun is high in the sky, and Cottonsprig takes a deep, tremored breath. Realistically she knows that she's prolonging her embitterment for no real reason other than that she can. Maybe she's spiraling like her mother, however much quicker than the green-eyed she-cat had. The thought makes her frown further, and she decides that if she must be a sourpuss, then she can at least remain in moderation of herself. An apology is in order, suffice it to say, and it seems that the first to be served her ire that day does not linger far from the fresh-kill pile.
Cottonsprig walks towards him, purposefully. "Hey, Sunstar," she starts, and her voice is firm, unshaken. She looks at his half eaten meal for only a moment before her stomach subtly flips beneath her fur. Bile does not rise, but the sight of the prey makes her uneasy for a few unsteady beats. She blinks away the feeling, but it swirls too quickly - from her gut, to the sudden quickness in her chest, and finally settling in her fogged mind. It clears, suddenly, painfully. She feels as if claws have scored her entire body.
Is she... pregnant? Oh, Stars.
"I'm sorry."
Cottonsprig sits beside the medicine den, her tail twitching with thinly veiled agitation. Earlier that morning, Sunstar had been visiting Wolfsong - a simple intrusion, like usual, yet the she-cat had found herself annoyed for no reason other than to be. Her sleep was unintentionally interrupted and whilst she tried to make use of herself, the two toms chattered away. Realistically it must've only lasted a few moments, and yet when her leader asked her if she was feeling well, all she could offer him was a stern, "I'm fine." Maybe he was feeling kind that morning, or maybe he had too much to do to worry about her snippiness, but the tom left shortly thereafter - and Cottonsprig simmered.
It lasted for hours, it seemed. She visited Junco like she usually does and her friend even denoted her sour attitude as of late - which earned the silver tabby a snort from her blue smoke friend. Others, too, must've noticed how their usually cheerful medicine cat seemed simply annoyed by the day.
The sun is high in the sky, and Cottonsprig takes a deep, tremored breath. Realistically she knows that she's prolonging her embitterment for no real reason other than that she can. Maybe she's spiraling like her mother, however much quicker than the green-eyed she-cat had. The thought makes her frown further, and she decides that if she must be a sourpuss, then she can at least remain in moderation of herself. An apology is in order, suffice it to say, and it seems that the first to be served her ire that day does not linger far from the fresh-kill pile.
Cottonsprig walks towards him, purposefully. "Hey, Sunstar," she starts, and her voice is firm, unshaken. She looks at his half eaten meal for only a moment before her stomach subtly flips beneath her fur. Bile does not rise, but the sight of the prey makes her uneasy for a few unsteady beats. She blinks away the feeling, but it swirls too quickly - from her gut, to the sudden quickness in her chest, and finally settling in her fogged mind. It clears, suddenly, painfully. She feels as if claws have scored her entire body.
Is she... pregnant? Oh, Stars.
"I'm sorry."
