Owlfang poked his head through the entrance of the den, hoping he was loud enough in his approach that he wasn't intruding, looking either for Hollydawn or Splashpool. The smell of kits and the nursery was a nostalgic scent, and he was glad that the nursery had been kept comfortable for the queens. He spotted his calico friend, and purred in amusement seeing her speaking with a tiny kit. Owlfang always thought she would be great with kits, while he himself was always a little bit afraid he might... sit on them or something.
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Megan