Post by Ghost the Undead Goddess on Jul 4, 2019 1:35:31 GMT -5
The pretty black she-cat stood near the entrance tunnel, her feathered black tail flickering softly over her back as she stood talking to another cat who bore the same pelt color. A purr was soft within her chest, only loud enough for her mate to hear as ghostly blue pools kept contact with the duel colors of blue and amber.
Their conversation was quiet and simply between the two of them. More than likely the feathery black queen was asking Blackwolf to take her for a walk to stretch her legs after he returned from his border patrol. While the fiesty feline loved being a queen, taking care of her three rambuncious kits, she also was growing tired of being cooped up underground for long periods of time.
The former warrioress quite enjoyed her night walks, with a cool breeze to ruffle her soft coat and the stars above that peaked between the tall pine trees.
With an amused chuckle, Ghostlight softly pressed her cheek against Blackwolf's taking in his comforting scent for a moment before turning to make her way back to the nursery. "Try not to shred a Treeclanner too much." She called over her shoulder, making sure to fluff her tail and brush it across his nose in her signature move. Ears flickered backwards to hear a grunt before his pawsteps signaled he was exiting the underground cavern of Nightclan's camp.
Pale cerulean pools quickly noticed movement, like a shadow trying to sneak away.
"Hollykit, don't you remember what happened last time you snuck out?" Ghostlight's tone silky as always but the sharpness of a mother was noticeable in the under layer. Petite black paws led the queen forwards to where she found her growing daughter sulking along the side of the camp's wall, the shadows practically hiding her from view. If it wasn't for the fact Nightclanners had adapt vision for dark and dim places.
It wasn't that long ago that her stubborn, brilliant daughter had managed to figure out how to sneak out of the singular entrance and exit camp. Luckily her father had found the she-kit before the muddy terrain had sucked her underneath the earth forever. Ghostlight had been furious, worried and frantic at the fact that Hollykit could have died. Believe it or not, but Blackwolf was the one who had to calm his silky black mate down.
Usually it was the opposite.
Bonekit and Coyotekit never showed the engery or creativeness to slip away or get into mischief. In fact, the ebony warrioress was sure the white kit and his brown-black brother were snoozing away within their nest in the nursery. Hollykit was brilliant, far to smart for her age and it showed in the way she carried herself and acted.
Always her father's daughter, and the unmentioned princess of Nightclan.
Flickering her feathered tail to stoop under her daughter's chin, lifting it so that ghostly blue could hold Hollykit's gaze. Parting her maw, that silky voice rumbled within Ghostlight's throat as she spoke again, "Why don't we do something, that way I can stretch my legs and you can get your energy out. I'm sure Blackwolf will pace the Treeclan border several times before being satisfied." Whiskers twitching in amusement as the older she-cat tipped her head to the side as if beckoning her daughter to follow her. ★
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