- Jun 7, 2022
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BORN TO FIND THAT GREAT UNKNOWN ⋆⁺₊⋆
The sun was high above the camp, a nice break in the weather compared to the blizzard that had wrecked havoc on them recently. Tired of the stale nursery air, Flamewhisker was stretched out near the nursery, enjoying whatever little warmth the sunlight provided. She would pull her jaws back in a long, relaxed yawn. She watched the apprentices play in the clearing, and she felt a surge of impatience rush through her. She couldn't wait for their children to be here...she couldn't wait to play with them, and watch them dig in the mud, or even throw snow at her. The queen often wondered how many they would have, but she was also excited to not know, and to just let it be a surprise. Part of her wished for three, or maybe even four. Two boys, and two girls would be neat. Although...that also meant more mouths to feed...maybe a smaller litter would be better.
As the red tabby was lost in her thoughts, a bird landed in front of her paws, just out of reach. It chirped at her, almost as if it was teasing her. Flamewhisker's eyes widened, and she through a paw forward, attempting to catch it, but it was too fast. It flew away for a moment, before landing just a little further away. She let out a growl, and lashed her tail. "You're lucky I'm too slow. I'll get you another day." She thought about reaching at it again, or even trying to pounce at it, but she knew there was no use. Perhaps someone else had seen it, someone not as close to popping as she was.
The sun was high above the camp, a nice break in the weather compared to the blizzard that had wrecked havoc on them recently. Tired of the stale nursery air, Flamewhisker was stretched out near the nursery, enjoying whatever little warmth the sunlight provided. She would pull her jaws back in a long, relaxed yawn. She watched the apprentices play in the clearing, and she felt a surge of impatience rush through her. She couldn't wait for their children to be here...she couldn't wait to play with them, and watch them dig in the mud, or even throw snow at her. The queen often wondered how many they would have, but she was also excited to not know, and to just let it be a surprise. Part of her wished for three, or maybe even four. Two boys, and two girls would be neat. Although...that also meant more mouths to feed...maybe a smaller litter would be better.
As the red tabby was lost in her thoughts, a bird landed in front of her paws, just out of reach. It chirped at her, almost as if it was teasing her. Flamewhisker's eyes widened, and she through a paw forward, attempting to catch it, but it was too fast. It flew away for a moment, before landing just a little further away. She let out a growl, and lashed her tail. "You're lucky I'm too slow. I'll get you another day." She thought about reaching at it again, or even trying to pounce at it, but she knew there was no use. Perhaps someone else had seen it, someone not as close to popping as she was.
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