[poppy]

Dovefluff

The molly had gotten bigger and bigger with each passing day, and she feared that she would be popping soon. Ears flattened and grunting softly with the effort of merely standing, up, the pregnant queen shuffled into the clearing, desperate for some fresh air. She feared that she was going to give birth to a whole-ass Clan of kits, because her belly brushed the ground and it took an immense amount of strength just to make it a few feet across the clearing.

Half tempted to find Lioncrest and beg him for a piggyback ride out to the territory, the silver molly gently lowered herself down, shifting her weight to try and get comfortable with her enormous stomach. Blue eyes glinting with frustration, she ended up laying on her side, too tired and pregnant to sit normally. Perhaps she would find someone to talk to? She was a bit hungry, but she tried not to eat as much out of fear that she would be poisoned again and that would lead to the kits being harmed. So even though she had the appetite of a bear about to go into hibernation, the molly was too anxious to eat, and instead looked for someone to talk to to pass the time.

Feeling her frustration mount over not being able to set comfortabley and feeling as if all her emotions were magnified by a thousand, the molly randomly burst into tears, frustrated and sad and very, very hormonal.

[opennnn pls someone talk to the emotional mess]