- Jan 13, 2023
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The scarce ShadowClan sun stained the sky a pale red as dusk threatened to encroach upon the land and there was a hustle and bustle to camp seldom seen by the one who distracted herself with whatever she could. Chilledstar's death seemed to ignite her clanmates into action once more, as if the black-and-white cat had been a proverbial phoenix, spreading the remnants of their flame out to the marshland critters. She wished she could see the warmth of the gesture, instead, she only felt a tepid relief that her kittens would now be safe from an early apprentice, and all the guilt that came with that whilst the rest of the clan shed tears. Laid down near the Nursery, Ferndance's tongue ran through tawny fur, bleeping at each and every scrap of soil and leaf litter that seemed to stick to like tree sap. It was peaceful, despite her pelt's stubbornness, especially with the company of the queens. After some time, the emerald eyes of she-cat settled upon Mockingbirdcry, a sudden thought causing them to pop wide (as if surprised). She aimed to grab the torbie's attention with a quiet 'chch' noise, her tail curling around her paws.
"We haven't had any new litters in a while..." Ferndance pointed out. So far, it was her own kin, a couple of three-moon olders and the Carrionplace quintet, perhaps enough for a starving clan - but ShadowClan hadn't been starving in moons. Her head tilted nosily. "Do you think anyone will join you soon?" When she thought of happy couples within ShadowClan, she could only think of herself and Needledrift, the pair unable to have a litter without StarClan's intervention (or a particularly handsome RiverClan tom). In focusing on herself, she had not seen many potential couplings around her home, but perhaps the more vigilant Queen would have an idea of who was next to be Nursery-bound.
@mockingbirdcry