Cloudstrike returned Pearlstream’s nod and turned to watch as the two cats walked away. Her diamond eyes became less focused as she slid into a laying position and thoughts whisked her attention away. At first, she simply looked around the nursery. Cloudstrike distinctly remembered something about Honeythistle telling her that she had to live in the nursery now. It seemed a nice enough place to live. It was warm and sweet-smelling with a calming affect despite the rambunctious kits that danced around one’s paws and filled the space with joy and laughter. It was comfortable and homey, quaint. The pristine molly felt that she could enjoy living here...As long as she was allowed to leave. But, as she understood it, she could spend as much time in the clearing as she wanted. She only needed Honeythistle’s permission to leave the camp. That seemed the simplest way to remember, so Cloud decided to stick to those two inflexible rules. After looking around the relatively small space grew boring, Cloudstrike turned to her thoughts and found herself lost within them. Her attention was pulled from her thoughts only when the sound of heavy paws nearby reached her ears. Peeking them and lifting her head from where it rested on her paws to blink doe eyes at Honeythistle as the tom reached her. “Hi, Honey.” She purred sweetly, not moving from where she was positioned. If he wanted to go somewhere else, she’d get up, but for now laying seemed fine. @
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