- Jul 26, 2022
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The soft murmur of leaf-bare's breeze dances around the SkyClan camp, its chill biting but not unbearable under the mid-morning sun. Butterflytuft stands near the nursery, her thick tortoiseshell fur fluffed against the cold. The recent scares with illness in the nursery have left her exhausted, but today, relief had softened the edges of her weariness. Fawnkit was recovering well, thanks to Fireflyglow's care - and thanks, too, to her daughter, whose efforts she can't overlook.
Spotting her brother near the fresh-kill pile, the queen pads toward Greeneyes with a faint smile. Figfeather isn't far off, chatting lightly with a few warriors near the camp's entrance. The sight of her siblings close by is always a comfort in the otherwise busy camp. "Greeneyes," She calls softly, padding closer until her yellow eyes meet his emerald. Her voice, though quiet, carries a warmth that hints at her gratitude, "I wanted to tell you about Fluffypaw. She's been such a blessing these past few days." She settles down, curling her tail neatly over her paws as she mews, "She's been so helpful around the nursery. You know, when Fawnkit got sick, I had to leave him for a moment to fetch Fireflyglow. Fluffypaw stayed with him the entire time. She kept him warm and made sure he stayed calm, even though I know it must have been scary for her."
Pausing, she tilts her head as her gaze softens further. "You've taught her so much. You should be proud of her." She glances over her shoulder then, spotting Figfeather wrapping up her conversation and flicking her tail toward their sister in invitation. "Figfeather, come over here! You'll want to hear this too."
// @GREENEYES @FIGFEATHER
