- Jun 7, 2022
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Flamewhisker — I'll sleep when I'm dead
It was time. There was no slowing down the growth of their unborn kits, and after her recent run in with a fox, she was too afraid of risking their life. With heavy paws, she could clean up her nest in the Warrior's Den, and then head towards the nursery. There was still faint smells of Sunfreckle, Little Wolf, and their kits throughout the den. The den felt empty compared to the Warrior's Den. How will I sleep without Flycatcher? the thought made her stomach more uneasy than it already was. She still had nightmares fairly often...but waking up to the presence of him beside her was normally enough to ease them for the night.
She took a nervous step into the den, and started to make her new nest. Her paws were trembling...moving into here made it feel more real. In another month, their kits would be here, and she wouldn't feel as lonely. Her throat felt tight as she worked...before, she had used her warrior duties to distract herself. Now...all she could do was think in silence. She swallowed back tears that wished to form. It would be a lie if she said she wasn't afraid. She was terrified. The clan was almost starving...what if she couldn't feed them? What if the fox came back? What about when they became apprentices...if another clan ever laid claws on them she would shred them. What if they died? "Starclan protect them..." she whispered, hoping that Howling Wind was correct, and that Starclan was watching over her and the kits now.
Her nest was finished now, but she wasn't tired. The lead warrior padded out from the nursery, and sat just outside the entrance. Her belly was obviously rounder now, so there was no hiding the fact that she was indeed expecting. "Alright...I'm officially trapped here for a while." she would say, her whiskers twitching with amusement at the joke, but worry still glittered in her eyes.
It was time. There was no slowing down the growth of their unborn kits, and after her recent run in with a fox, she was too afraid of risking their life. With heavy paws, she could clean up her nest in the Warrior's Den, and then head towards the nursery. There was still faint smells of Sunfreckle, Little Wolf, and their kits throughout the den. The den felt empty compared to the Warrior's Den. How will I sleep without Flycatcher? the thought made her stomach more uneasy than it already was. She still had nightmares fairly often...but waking up to the presence of him beside her was normally enough to ease them for the night.
She took a nervous step into the den, and started to make her new nest. Her paws were trembling...moving into here made it feel more real. In another month, their kits would be here, and she wouldn't feel as lonely. Her throat felt tight as she worked...before, she had used her warrior duties to distract herself. Now...all she could do was think in silence. She swallowed back tears that wished to form. It would be a lie if she said she wasn't afraid. She was terrified. The clan was almost starving...what if she couldn't feed them? What if the fox came back? What about when they became apprentices...if another clan ever laid claws on them she would shred them. What if they died? "Starclan protect them..." she whispered, hoping that Howling Wind was correct, and that Starclan was watching over her and the kits now.
Her nest was finished now, but she wasn't tired. The lead warrior padded out from the nursery, and sat just outside the entrance. Her belly was obviously rounder now, so there was no hiding the fact that she was indeed expecting. "Alright...I'm officially trapped here for a while." she would say, her whiskers twitching with amusement at the joke, but worry still glittered in her eyes.