- Jun 7, 2022
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It was time. Little Wolf is certain that she cannot hide her condition for much longer. Some of her clan mates must have figured it out by now. She took no more prey than she usually did and yet her belly was slowly getting bigger and bigger, round and protruding and giving her away. Her biggest fears are of them not accepting her newborn kits, because of who their father is. She fears judgement, harsh looks. He is a kittypet after all and where she had come from, they had never liked those. Her mother included. But Emberstar had once resided in the Line Group, maybe she would understand. Little Wolf has hope.
She had no desire to make a new nest so soon after constructing the one in the warriors den she was currently sleeping on, when she did sleep, of course. So busy had her night been the past few moons with her secret rendezvous in the dark that it was rare to see her in the warriors den at night. She grips the mossy structure in her teeth and pulls it out into the open sunlight of the camp, eyes casting about. She had purposely chosen a not as busy time, when most cats were out on patrols and such, I’m hopes that not too many cats would bother her or ask what she was doing.
Slowly, because her breathing was still not quite right from inhaling so much smoke, she drags her nest from the warriors den into the nursery, finding a good spot away from the other queen held within. She wouldn’t want to get in the way, after all. She remembers fondly the times her own mother spent in a nursery, her younger brothers and sisters playing underfoot. She had loved helping take care of them back then, and she allows herself for a moment to daydream about her own kits. She stares down at her nests new home, lost in fond memories and thoughts of the family she would be creating so very soon.
She had no desire to make a new nest so soon after constructing the one in the warriors den she was currently sleeping on, when she did sleep, of course. So busy had her night been the past few moons with her secret rendezvous in the dark that it was rare to see her in the warriors den at night. She grips the mossy structure in her teeth and pulls it out into the open sunlight of the camp, eyes casting about. She had purposely chosen a not as busy time, when most cats were out on patrols and such, I’m hopes that not too many cats would bother her or ask what she was doing.
Slowly, because her breathing was still not quite right from inhaling so much smoke, she drags her nest from the warriors den into the nursery, finding a good spot away from the other queen held within. She wouldn’t want to get in the way, after all. She remembers fondly the times her own mother spent in a nursery, her younger brothers and sisters playing underfoot. She had loved helping take care of them back then, and she allows herself for a moment to daydream about her own kits. She stares down at her nests new home, lost in fond memories and thoughts of the family she would be creating so very soon.