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Originally Posted by Nighty
Gorseflower exited the Warriors den, where she was actually able to sleep now. It had been nearly eight moons since she had gotten to sleep with the Warriors. It was the first time in eight moons she had been hunting. Between raising an adopted kit and then having biological kits of her own, she had been in the nursery longer than she had planned. Yes she loved her kits, spies she treasured every moment she had with them, yes she would do it again in a heartbeat, but it was good to be a warrior again, to be able to run on the moors and hunt. She had missed it very much, and life seemed much calmer and more peaceful now. As she exited the den, from stuffing it with fluff and miss and bracken, she spotted a queen exiting the nursery. Knowing firsthand the stress of only being around and talking to kits, she approached them with a kind, friendly smile. "Hello there." She meowed in her sweet time of voice. |
"Hello." Earlyclaw greeted Gorseflower with a tired smile, flicking her ears. Her white, orange, and black pelt fluffed up as a cool breeze drifted through the camp. "How are you this fine evening, ah.... Oh, I'm sorry, I don't remember your name." She smiled sheepishly, shifting to face Gorseflower in a more comfortable position. The warrior was quite fiery... but as a queen she was much more mellow than usual. She blinked at the molly across from her, flicking her tail in an invitation for them to sit beside her.