pafp The art of the trade ❧ Pregnancy discussion

[Florabreeze]

Florabreeze doesn’t know if it’s the whims of StarClan- some other force that controls fate? Or just up to her own whims but her path keeps crossing Doeblaze’s own. This time it’s a patrol, as she walks alongside the scarred she-cat she finds once again her eye is drawn to their leader. Something about Orangestar just calls for attention, more so than usual anyways. She’s had time to roll exactly why that was the case in her mind, she is fairly certain that it must not be just because of excess eating. The she-cat carried a tumultuous mood lately, one that Florabreeze knew better to not comment on but it was noticeable enough. She liked to think that she had some semblance of wit to her in her moons, while at first she denied the possibility the daylight warrior can’t help but draw from her own experience. The only time the maine coon can think of something like this happening was when she was pregnant with her own child but… It was difficult to think of Orangestar bearing kits, who’s kits would that even be anyways?

When they return to camp from that patrol she finds her path still intertwining with Doeblaze. The pair of them seemingly breaking off in the same direction “you’ve known Orangestar for a while, right Doeblaze?” she doesn’t start with pleasantries. Too many of their conversations have started with her calling out to the warrior then asking some kind of upsetting news, she hopes that this is a break of pace. Florabreeze found that she enjoys her company, did the lilac tabby just view her as a harbinger of bad news? Or rather a friend that just had an unlucky streak regarding conversation? These thoughts can be shelved for another time of course.

“I was wondering. From one mother to another, do you think…” The ending of the sentence is halted, glancing over to the form of their leader then back to Doeblaze. Unintentionally there is a prolonged silence of suspense between them before she continues with the thought. “Do you think she’s carrying kits?” Was it considered blasphemous to talk about her in such a manner? Florabreeze had a penchant for gossip so she didn’t think so but maybe others would disagree. Would Doeblaze?

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• FLORABREEZE 𖧧 She/her, Daylight Warrior of SkyClan, 35 moons (ages on the 12th)
  ❥ A large black tabby maine coon with low white and bright green eyes, always wearing her mushroom print collar if she can.
  ❥ Mentored by Sorrelsong ／Mentoring Jellypaw
  ❥ “Speech”, thoughts, attacking
  ❥ Penned by Juice ⏐ouijeejuice on discord {open to being dmed for plots}
  

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[DOEBLAZE]

This particular remnant of her two stints as a queen is a surprising one. The heartache as she watched her children grow and surpass her in height, from their first toddling pawsteps to the proud presentation of first catches and beyond. The joy as they moved unwaveringly forward, found guiding pawsteps in others where she knows she has lacked, as Crowsight prepared to welcome a family all his own. These, she had expected; what she had not expected, however, is the aftereffect of recognition.

" Yeah, I have. We were in the nursery together when I first joined SkyClan, " she offers in explanation when Florabreeze's lilting meow breaks into the solemn quiet in which she'd been trekking back to camp. The tabby daylighter's next questions give her pause . . . and though she wouldn't consider herself a gossip, she can't help but be drawn in to the discussion. It's the pleasant jolt of recognition when someone else gives voice to a thought you'd been too afraid to that ripples through her as she mulls over the question.

Yes, she's certainly wondered . . . the slight swell of Orangestar's muscled body, especially around her middle, had caught her attention first. It reminded her of the early days of both her pregnancies, the tenuous joy of the possibility. And, sure, she could chalk it up to greenleaf's bounty—but Orangestar's never been the type of overindulge, at least as Doeblaze has known her. The leader's seemed prickly, lately, too—tired and mercurial in a way that seemed more in line with her own tempestuous moods than the other she - cat's staid and unwavering logic.

" Hmm . . . " she hums thoughtfully as she pads alongside the daylight warrior. Even if her own curiosities didn't bob to the surface, simple gratitude would hold her fast to Florabreeze's side for the remainder of the patrol—she owes the tabby a debt, after all, for her forewarning, despite the prickle of chill it has fastened steadily to her spine. It would be a lie, though, to say she can wholly resist the urge to indulge in some mostly - harmless gossip—though she shoots Orangestar's muscular back a nearly furtive glance before she answers.

" Maybe, " she muses in low tones, her husk of a voice kept down, lest they draw too much attention. As much as she longs to sate her curiosities, or at least talk the issue over, she has no particular desire to lay Orangestar's personal life messily out to see. " I guess—I see what you mean. She's been weirdly cranky lately. I remember being pretty testy my second go - round in the nursery. "

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[edenberry ?!]

Far be it from Edenberry to cast judgement on gossip... as hungry for it as they'd been as an apprentice, it is oddly sour-tasting now in the face of their own privacy. Florabreeze has never shown them anything but kindness and consideration... in equal parts, curiosity, as she'd gently pried for the younger cat's background with SkyClan on a walk once. They didn't mind then, an open book with no secrets to hide... but as she noses Doeblaze into the habits of their leader, their skin crawls.

Be cool, don't be weird about it, they chide, meandering as casually as they can to the pair with a raised brow. "Well don't let her hear you say that," they meow, trying for a joke but their tone is unusually flat. They clear their throat, awkwardly, before glancing towards Doeblaze, "I think maybe... that had more to do with outside factors," they prompt her gently, offering a sympathetic smile as she tries to box herself in as snappish and impatient. Being pregnant and snipy was one thing, mourning a mate whose legacy was in your belly was another thing entirely.

"Last time I tried to say anything about Orangestar's love life, Silversmoke about tore my head off," they continue, exaggerating, but hoping the curb their enthusiasm for speculating by reminding them there are sharp ears everywhere in SkyClan. And some of them don't really enjoy the game of gossip like others do.

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𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 i want no more than this

• -- edenberry / skyclan daylight warrior / any pronouns / 16 moons
  -- mostly white with black pinstripe and green eyes / scarred face and back
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[CROWSIGHT]

Maybe it's wrong of him to join in the discussion, perhaps bizarre as he'd never been the gossip sort. The reality is that he was hoping to ask for some advice about kittens, as he was... Lacking in knowing how to care for them. All the time spent ignoring his younger siblings may have bitten him in the back, but there was nothing he can do to turn back time.

However, the discussion about whether or not Orangestar was carrying kits made him feel a little uneasy. He's not doing anything wrong, considering he's just staying silent. He's not saying Orangestar who is now, wait! She's also my mom too, right? Well, we're family now. Such things are shoved to the side as he gains knowledge that expecting mothers felt cranky or testy. He couldn't speak about how testy Doeblaze was, considering he purposely ignored her at that time. What he does have experience with is Oddgleam, his love being awfully clingy. More so than usual and there were moments where he had hissed when either he or Owlheart had to take care of their duties.

It's starting to make sense...

A white spotted ear tilts in Edenberry's direction. He can't help but nod in agreeance at not letting Orangestar hear them. Silversmoke scolding Edenberry is not something he would say is shocking. His mentor and father hated gossip most of all. Unlike his mentor, while he didn't quite enjoy gossiping himself (he saw little point in it), he could tolerate listening to it. Who was he to cuff anyone for gossiping? Just because he didn't like it? That was foolish. "Silversmoke hates gossip and is a stickler when it comes to respect. I would find it strange if he allowed you to gossip about any lead warriors or leaders." His comment is not an insult nor is it in defense of his father. It is simply a statement of who Silversmoke is and nothing more.

Orangestar's love life? "If you ask me... If she was carrying kits then it would be Slate's. They've been really close these days." He turns to his mother. "Just like you and Blazestar were." It's times like these, his bluntness was a curse. The black smoke can't see the error in his choice of words, as he already returned his attention to Edenberry. "After all, didn't Slate stay in the leader's den with Orangestar? He's been even more protective of her, which is a little frustrating and a bit endearing." A small smile etches from his maw, "Slate and Silversmoke in love is quite the sight to see. Don't get me wrong they're still rugged, but they feel a bit softer than usual."​

 

[Fireflyglow]

"I see you still find comfort in the romances of other cats." Fireflyglow chuckles as he walks over, hefty pawsteps leaving the grass to part beneath his massive feet. The idea of more kits being born in such a fragile time, when leafbare is imminent on the horizon. Leaf-fall had just begun, and yet the herbs were already starting to show signs of decrease. He shakes out his fur as he settles in alongside Crowsight, smiling in greeting to the cats present.

"Slate indeed has spent some time alone with Orangestar." He confirms with a stoic expression then, scratching behind his ear with his back paw. "...Buuut, it wouldn't be surprising if Slate were to be the sire of Orangestar's kits. Though, don't ask me- she hasn't come to me for advice on pregnancy. Seems more like Dawnglare would be the one she'd go to. If she was with kits, that is." It was a weird thought- Orangestar always seemed to prefer Fireflyglow's presence instead, but Dawnglare is the more experienced medicine cat.

"Though I suppose.. Perhaps auntie would prefer to keep things more secretive." He slides down onto his stomach, rolling onto his side and stretching his pudgy legs out with a grunt. ​

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[FIGFEATHER]

Edenberry was right in their warning, not all cats would be tolerate of gossip. Figfeather has shut it down before and she’d do so again. She could be seen limping over with a sharp look of disapproval set on the entire group.

”Silversmoke would be right in his scolding.” She scoffs, ”You’re whispering about your leader. Do you all have no respect?” Figfeather looks at all of them now, displeased that older she-cats like Doeblaze and Florabreeze had initiated this.

She glances at Fireflyglow, finding it difficult to want to bicker with him as he was her medicine cat, but if Orangestar wanted to keep her alleged state secret he has helped her none. ”If something is amiss with Orangestar it’s in her right to want to keep something so personal to herself. Shame on the lot of you for doing little to help her with that.” Figfeather had not taken notice of Orangestar’s plumper shape until overhearing on this conversation. Out of respect for her leader, she would pretend to have heard nothing once she’s departed this conversation.

”If you whisper because you are bored there is plenty for you all to do. Leaf-bare will be here sooner than we know it.” A final warning to all of them, save for the medicine cat, before she turns and walks off. It does not feel good to lash her tongue at clan-mates she loved and respected, but it was against Figfeather’s nature to not correct what she believed to be ‘improper’ behavior.

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