Her silver sleek fur was visible in the frigid dry air, making her sniffle nonetheless. Making her match her gray sick facade. She was never this sick to begin with, it seems like the world has cursed her with misfortune as soon as she turned a corner on life. Throughout her lifetime she has never felt this unfair. Perhaps she was letting her anger get to her, she tried to let her warrior duties restrict her from such things she could potentially do. She has made too many gifts that have been lost over some days, moons, or even lifetimes. A grunt escaped her as she sashayed around camp letting her paws lead her. Being removed from her queen status made her feel.. strange. She wasn't as busy as she used to be. Kits were rampantly tumbling around and rumbling with each other. Being a warrior well..
was a bit boring. Dashingly passing by the nursery, something hit her with a piece of nostalgia. She halted in her tracks whipping her head around to face the nursery entrance. Her eyes scrutinized inside, immediately stopping not wanting to head any dirty looks from passerby.
The corners of her lips twitched as she stalked in forward cautiously. Giving a tail flick of a greeting towards the queens inside. There were new queens with fresh litters of kits for Thunderclan. The murky milk-scent hit her nose, jittering out her fur that made no sense of movement. Quickly walking through with her tail held low, silently rasping as she wanted to keep herself away from the nursery for sometime.
Ever to be dared to step foot in here. With a slight frown she sped forward, managing to touch any outlier rubble in the way of her tracks. She weaved through a nest, her vision getting distracted by an idle kit. Her ears perked alert to see a distantly familiar tabby pattern. Her maw dropped as she made her way over. The kit..
no they were a bit bigger. They were out and snoring like a fox. She looked towards Rainpaw and realized.
She realized too late. Quietkit? That's not possible.
The kit smelled like an outsider, but they were so familiar. Her haunches raised in excitement. Her guesses were not correct, but the exact opposite. A shallow hefty breath escaped her creating a small cold mist into the air. Quietkit was fast asleep. She also didn't want to disturb the other cats in here, she slinked on over. Giving grateful tear-filled looks towards both of her kits. Wrapping herself around the slumbering Quietkit.
It doesn't matter how long she would have to be in here. She would like to stay forever. Being greeted with the gifts she had gifted to the world. It was pleasant unlike the cold floors of camp.
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