Post by Fawn on Jul 15, 2017 19:11:21 GMT -5
I can feel you on my lips all the time
But I just wanna feel you in my heart and on my mind
The kits wouldn't be long now. The normally sleek looking RainClan warrioress was now considerably wide, her belly swollen with what was promising to be a good sized litter. 'At least two', Swanfeather had said —and Lotuswhisker couldn't remember being more ecstatic in her whole life. Gullswoop and Bitternwing had already made her a comfortable nest in the nursery. It was where she currently lounged, trying to escape the heat of the day and wait for evening; watching Dewkit and Fernkit play with the two TreeClan kits, Lotuswhisker stifled a yawn. It was peaceful. Too peaceful.
I can't sleep the day away. I'll never get any sleep tonight. Besides, she missed a certain silver-furred warrior and wanted to catch him on his return from a patrol. Stretching languidly, the momentum ended up being more than Lotuswhisker expected, and she had to be careful not to topple over like a turtle. With an indignant snort and the light tiptoeing of a queen trying not to step on any delicate tails or limbs, Lotuswhisker entered the sunlit camp.
The sounds of rushing water were all around her, and the sunshine felt good on her shoulders, her already sleek coat gleaming in the rays. With a keen eye that roamed the camp in search of Gullswoop, Lotuswhisker wiped her whisker and muzzles tidily as a familiar white-and-patched pelt darted into view. Oh—Ashflight! It had been so long since they'd spoken... It was never too late to rekindle an old friendship. With that belief held tight, Lotuswhisker willed her (already) tired legs to bring her closer to the other she-cat.
"Ashflight! Morning. Do you mind if I walk with you? If I sit around any longer, I'm going to have logs for legs." Lotuswhisker understood the value of rest, but she was a little... nest-crazy, stuck somewhere between excitement over the incoming arrivals and impatience to meet her new family. "Just to the camp stream," she added, sea-green eyes warm. "Otherwise Gullswoop might try to herd me back to the nursery." A few moons ago, if anyone had asked her if she could picture Crowblaze ever looking after her like an overprotective shadow, she would've laughed and called that impossible.
But he did. He kept an eye on her when Gullswoop was out of camp, and Lotuswhisker felt herself tugged between amusement and annoyance. It was usually endearing - until he got bossy.
42 Moons | Senior Warrior | RainClan
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