Bearbranch decided it was time to go on a hunting patrol as soon as he woke up. With his blank face seemingly devoid of any emotion he trotted his way out into the clearing. Immediately spotting a rabbit, he went into a hunting crouch before leaping and clamping his jaws onto the rodent. The bite killed it instantly and Bearbranch, satisfied brought it back to camp and dropped it into the fresh kill pile, wondering what was next on his to do list.
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(I moved it over here as if the two moved to another spot to speak)
Once the meeting was over the two mutually moved out of the clearing and to the sides of the camp. Walking beside his sister was...there was a clear size difference. It was rather embarrassing, his older sister was still larger than he was. Hopefully, he'll have his growth spurt soon.
"You aren't fighting right?"
Rowanpaw shook his head, "No, I was just recently made into an apprentice. I don't have any fighting experience." Not his fault fault at all. Their father probably would be grateful for that.
Ashfeather snuggled into her comfy nest in the nursery, her round black head resting on her front paws. It felt odd, sleeping in here again, without her own kits. Her milk had run dry, too; the kits should be weaned by now, though. Both she and Miststone had helped with the milk, but for the most part, the kits thought of her as a "second mother". Do I deserve that? Ashfeather wondered with a pang. I wasn't a good mother to my own kits, was I? How could Twilightstar trust me? And... they still think of me as a mother to them, but what did I do, really?
But something else told her that she had done more than giving them milk. She'd helped to raise them while Twilightstar was busy, but once they had gotten old enough, she'd left them to their own devices. Ashfeather wanted to bond with them more, but they were so strong and independent... and besides, she wasn't their real mother. Did they really want to be with her? She stared off into the distance, feeling alone for a moment, before an invisible claw gripped her and brought her back to the present.
How could you even think like that? I love them almost like they were my own. Not only that, but... I should be taking care of them more. The memory of Cloverpaw saying that Ashfeather had been like a mother to her seared her heart once again. I need to act more like one. Sitting up, Ashfeather looked around to see the four kits tumbling about. Getting up and scraping scraps from her pelt, she looked down at the four precious bundles and felt her heart swelling.
They aren't mine... but I did help raising them. And I do love them. Not just because Twilightstar trusted me, but also because they... they're so precious. Ashfeather loved them so, so much. It is as if they are my own. Of course, they were Twilightstar's, but they were wonderful. They'd make great warrior one day when they grew up. Also, they gave Ashfeather a feeling of purpose - something that was happening in her life, and which had gone right.
Ashfeather padded over to them and looked down at the four bundles of fur. "Hello," she purred. "Would you four like to play a game?" She cocked her head slightly and crouched down so that she was more on their level. Her mangled tail that dangled above her made balancing difficult, but she could manage since she'd done it so many times. It still took effort, though, as she swung her head around so that she could see as much as possible through her only working eye.
"There should be some moss that I think was by the Thunderglade. I collected some while I was on a walk with another warrior. Finchbreeze - Wolffang assigned me to her for a half moon or so, I think. Would you like to play some moss-ball? I think you kits would like it." Remembering the rules was difficult since Ashfeather had only played one game as a kit, which had been wrestling with Curlkit. Her heart ached; she missed him. She'd been so lonely until he'd come along. Nevermind that. I want to have some fun with the kits. I should be more involved, since I did help to raise them. Ashfeather was grateful for this chance at being useful... and also the chance to raise more kits, especially since hers had supposedly gone forever.
I love them so much. I should get off my tail and spend time with them. They deserve that.
The frosty white queen wobbled to the side of Cricketfire, giving him a friendly smile.
:/
(XD)
Cricketfire looked over to the she-cat, and smiled. "Good morning." He said, his voice cracked with disuse. Ever since his kits and mate went missing, he didn't exactly talk to anyone. He had no one to talk to, because he had valued family above everything, and poured every ounce of his life into it. And then they left, and he wasn't sure if he would ever be able to love again, because then they would leave too.
Cricketfire looked over to the she-cat, and smiled. "Good morning." He said, his voice cracked with disuse. Ever since his kits and mate went missing, he didn't exactly talk to anyone. He had no one to talk to, because he had valued family above everything, and poured every ounce of his life into it. And then they left, and he wasn't sure if he would ever be able to love again, because then they would leave too.
(yeah, she is preggo with a npc rogue's kits-)
Frostberry just smiled softly, placing a paw on her swollen belly. "Morning." She chuckled warmly. "You seem lonely, Cricketfire."