[North]

@Fireleaf @~Northern_Lights~ @Ombre Party
Cloverwhisker sighed, watery gaze watching to two kits interacting with Shadowheart. She felt the almost unbearable pressure of the whole situation at hand, realising with sudden finality these kits were hers. To some extent, anyway. She knew she couldn't offer them milk, and given how impactful this fact was she worried the two kits would find her presence almost unwanted. The creamy she-cat supposed it was partly good that their relationship was likely to stay almost business-like; it reassured the she-cat the kits were really only her responsibility until they were apprentices. Then they'd gain their own independence. Glancing down at them, she realised how truly small they were - were all kits this meager-sized when they were this young? Cloverwhisker couldn't remember the last time she had visited the nursery, let alone the last time she'd seen kits up close. It was almost unbelievable to think these two small bundles of fluff would one day grow to her size, possibly even bigger. The warrior laid down next to the nest, doing her best not to stir the kits or Shadowheart. She curled her tail up around her rump, but her eyes remained open. The she-cat had too much on her mind to sleep, opting to keep watch over the kits whilst Shadowheart slept.