[Disclaimer: Some -phobic content]
[Open to FUZZ family members]
Head held high, Cedartuft picked her way into the clearing, her long tail brushing against others and sweeping the ground behind her. Gazing around the clearing, the molly let out a tired huff before picking her way over to a secluded corner away from most of the "undesirables." Honestly, Cedar had trouble understanding why in Starclan's name they were allowed to even touch the sacred ground of Seastones, but she'd just have to keep it to herself for now. A cough shook her frame, but she quickly recovered by giving her chest fur a few licks. Glancing around the clearing, Cedar let her gaze drift among the cats, mostly looking for her kits and mate, although she wasn't completely sure if all of them had decided to come. She had seen a few familiar pelts, most of her own beautiful, if not gorgeous, coloring, so she didn't feel entirely left out. All that was left was to wait for her family to seek her out. Raising her head high, she let her gaze wander to the rock holding almost all the leaders, shaking her head slightly. Cedar didn't get out of the nursery often - where else would she go? - but the old queen could spot a pregnancy from a mile away. She should resign and be where she belongs.. taking care of her kits. Shaking her head again, a displeased sigh leaving her maw, the molly shuffled her paws into a comfortable position and wrapped her tail around her paws neatly.