[Jayvines]

 

Originally Posted by gs29513

Ah. It seemed Lioncrest had nerve enough to approach her, despite the unpleasant contents of their most recent conversation. His bravery was laudable, if potentially about to land him in trouble. Of course his approach was polite, and he sat at an acceptable distance, but Tansyjaw was hardly surprised. She expected nothing less, seeing as decorum had been drilled into him more or less since kithood. It pleased her somewhat that he was keeping himself presentable, but to linger on this scrap of pride to long would do neither of them any good. His ancestry alone should ensure this level of ability and presentation, so really he was just achieving the bare minimum.

The majority of her positive thoughts about her grandkit having been thusly banished, Tansyjaw mewed crabbily (she was cold after all, but not about to take up the offer for cuddling. She wasn't THAT cold) Good morning Lioncrest. Grandson sounded odd. She wasn't sure why, but if it sounded strange Tansyjaw wasn't going to use it, even if it acknowledged their bond beyond that of clanmates. I'm about as well as can be expected she continued though the......interesting that was the nicest way she could put it choices of romantic partners among my descendants make it rather difficult to anticipate my coming great-grandkits with much joy.

This was a lie, she was very much looking forwards to having some new little minions to order around. She could still yowl at the general population of kits, but there was little hope of getting through to them. They'd just run off to their foolish parents and become all soft again. In complete contrast to her earlier palpable hostility, Tansyjaw didn't particularly wait for her grandson to reply before inquiring How much longer do you think it'll be? She hadn't exactly been keeping track, but she ought to get a handle on the timeline soon. That way she could make sure she was on hand shortly afterwards to meet the little ones. Kits were cute, if nothing else. @Jayvines

~ Lioncrest ~

Well, the frosty undertones of Tansyjaw previous scoldings were certainly still present. Although, it seemed somewhat offset by the promise of new kin soon to arrive. Chest puffed up slightly in pride as he thought of his mate and the kits that were very soon to come if Dovefluff's behavior and general... pregnant-ness was anything to go by.

"I'm certainly no medicine cat, but I'd hazard a guess that they should arrive in the next few sunrises," he rumbled quietly, amber gaze flicking back towards the nursery before returning his attention to his leader as she called a gaggle of kits up for their apprentice ceremonies. "I am unsure of how many we'll have, but my personal hope is for a large litter."

A pleased rumbling purr echoed from his chest as the large tom speculated on his impending fatherhood. Perhaps he'd gain a prodigy or two out of this first litter, but one could hardly tell such things until the kits were at least able enough to venture outside the protective confines of the nursery. Would they have his pelt? His eyes? Perhaps he'd gain a daughter who mirrored their mother's appearance. But whatever the case, he'd ensure their training and family values were thoroughly engrained into their upbringing.