It was still pretty early, her kits were still curled up against her gray pelt. Sound asleep, her precious ones. Moonfeather quietly leaned over them and rested her head atop their tiny bodies for a moment before giving each a lick and rising. There was a she-cat in the nursery that she didn't know, someone she'd seen but never interacted with. A soon-to-be queen, as far as she knew. And possibly even the other she-cat's first litter. She wasn't sure on that, but it sounded like that. Moonfeather knew how to listen, and cats talked. A senior warrior, she wasn't sure what that meant, other than the she-cat was older. So she might be just terrified of the prospect. So she chose to seek the other out, to offer what support she, as a queen with kits already in the nursery, could to a new mother to be.
She pad over as quietly as possible, not wanting to wake the other kits in the nursery.
Her movements were slow, so as not to upset the other. “Hello.” She offered softly. “I'm Moonfeather. My nest is just over there, with the small balls of gray fluff. I hear you're expecting your own kits, and I thought, maybe, you'd want a little company. First time mother and all that. Its a scary time.” Her ears were slightly back, listening for her kits, but other than that she had green eyes focused on the calico she-cat.
Fluffing her tortoiseshell pelt up against the chill of Leaf-fall, Silentsong sprawled herself out near the entrance to the nursery. Hazel-green eyes watched warriors milling about to and fro, a silent sigh of yearning leaving her lungs. Oh how she wanted to live the life of a warrior again, doing things for herself, helping the Clan. Of course, she was thrilled at the prospect of being a mother, especially when the father was no other than Zephyrfang, but at the same time... Being a queen as a little on the dull side after living the life of adventure that consisted of being a warrior.
She could not fathom why anyone would desire to be a queen their whole lives, but at the same time she admired them. Stretching luxuriously, Silentsong moved to groom her chest fur when the sound of paws drew her attention. Glancing over one tortoiseshell shoulder, her pretty gaze fell upon Moonfeather as the younger queen approached. Shifting so that she could pull herself into a seated position, Silentsong smiled brightly at the she-cat. Moonfeather was a new addition to TreeClan, one she'd yet to interact with. The queen's loner-born roots didn't bother Silentsong in the slightest; her choice in mate should show that clearly.
When the blue-gray she-cat introduced herself properly, Silentsong's plume-like tail swished in front of her, flicking side to side in a wave. The tortoiseshell's gaze flicked toward the sleeping kits as the proud mother mentioned then, and a gentle warmth filled her eyes, accentuated by the silent purr that began rumbling in her throat. Knowing full well Moonfeather would be unable to hear it, the she-cat considered stepping forward to let her feel it. But... Silentsong was still largely unknown to Moonfeather. She didn't want to startle the she-cat. Instead, she figured she should try to communicate her inability to speak.
Meeting the queen's gaze again, the mute she-cat smiled sheepishly. Opening her mouth as though to speak, nothing but a rush of air exited it, stirring the air between them. Following the puff of mist, Silentsong moved her tail to press it against her muzzle before shrugging her shoulder almost apologetically. Unable to resist contact (for it was her communication), she shifted her plump form and rose to her paws carefully. Eyeing the she-cat curiously, she moved to step toward her. All her movements were deliberate, assessing the queen to make sure she didn't make the other she-cat uncomfortable.
Once she stood shoulder to should with the other she-cat, she leaned against her just so, allowing the she-cat to feel the thankful rumble of a purr that was otherwise unheard in the quiet nursery. She remained there a moment, before taking a step back and offering Moonfeather another one of her winning smiles.
Word Count: 462 words Tags: Justice Notes: Heh I love her <3
The swishing tail made the she-cat's head tip to one side, wondering if the other queen wanted to play. For certain the swishing made her want to pounce, but that the cat's swollen belly gave her every reason not to do it. Kits couldn't be risked in even the most playful tussle. It did make her wonder that Silentsong wasn't speaking. Was she being too loud? Or perhaps the queen was just waiting for her to finish speaking?
The answer, as it turned out, was neither of those. Moonfeather's head canted to one side as the queen mimed at her, opening her mouth and showing that nothing was coming out. "You have lost your voice?" That was her first guess, and at least put her on the right track, though she wouldn't know that. "Or you can't speak?" She'd never heard of a cat that couldn't speak.
When the other queen leaned in towards her deliberately the blue-gray cat went taunt for a moment before realizing what it was the other was trying to tell her. She could feel the purr against her hide, but couldn't hear a thing. How was that possible? Didn't the same thing that helped a cat purr help them speak? She would have to venture to the medicine cat's den to ask that question, but for now she assumed the answer was no.
She didn't mind the contact, in fact once she got used to it she enjoyed it. It had been so long since someone wanted to cuddle up to her that wasn't her kits. And repetitive headbutting of Lionstar's shoulder did not count. She liked that tom, he reminded her of her father. But he wasn't someone she'd show such obvious affection towards. Not like this.
The smile got a shy one in return, her head dipping a little. "I guess its good that I've heard them speak your name, isn't it?"
Much to her surprise, Moonfeather seemed to clue into what Silentsong had been trying to tell her fairly quickly. Nodding her head eagerly when the other queen mentioned not being able to speak, Silentsong smiled sheepishly at the she-cat. At least now she won't think I'm just being rude! She thought to herself, relieved. Her thick, plume-like tail settled back against her flank with its task complete, the warrior-queen tipping her head to the side curiously as Moonfeather continued speaking. Her ears were at full attention, gentle hazel-green eyes flicking over the blue-gray she-cat's features to better read body language.
Moonfeather's next words had the tortoiseshell she-cat laughing harder than she had in a long while. Her body shook with laughter, her face alight with pure joy. She felt light as a feather. It took her several moments before she could straighten herself again, and a little longer still for her breathing pattern to fall back into it's usual rhythm. Wiping at her eyes with her lush tail to further exaggerate her previous bought of near-hysterics, Silentsong flashed the younger she-cat a bright smile as she bobbed her head in agreement to what Moonfeather had said. She could sense the other she-cat's nerves, and the tortoiseshell wanted to make her feel at ease.
Once calmed from her laughing fit, Silentsong's muzzle swung toward the sleeping figures of Moonfeather's kits. A softness filled her gaze as it drifted back to the other she-cat, her sentiments reflected in her smile. Reaching out to touch her nose to the gray queen's shoulder, she leaned in just enough for her purr to be felt. They are beautiful. Waddling backward and taking a seat once more, the tortoiseshell's tail tapped Moonfeather's shoulder to grab her attention.
When she was certain Moonfeather was looking at her again, she made a show of pointing to herself with a paw, before covering her mouth with her tail again. Then, her tail shifted to point at Moonfeather, her paw working the dirt beneath it in a circular pattern before she glanced up at the sky. When Moonfeather's gaze returned from looking up, Silentsong offered her a feather she'd plucked from her nest. Then, her tail moved to point toward the two kits as Silentsong's head tipped curiously to the side once more.
Word Count: 384 words Tags: Justice Notes: Have fun
For some reason being touched by the other queen didn't bother Moonfeather like being touched by one of the toms would have. Perhaps it was the waddling walk due to the other she-cats pregnancy, or that she herself was a queen as well. Whatever it was, it was wonderful to not be so on edge for once. This clan had a load of toms running around. And she had little tolerance for arrogant toms that thought they knew what was best for her. Lionstar aside, she didn't really like most of the other toms. Of course, she didn't really care for the Clan life as a whole, except that it was the safest option for she and her kits. What did she know about being in a group this large? Before her family had been destroyed there'd only been five of them, and that was hardly the same as the dozens of cats that roamed the clearing beyond the safety of the nursery.
Moonfeather shook her head, offering the other she-cat a soft smile. Silentsong made her nerves better though, and so she wouldn't think of the world beyond the nursery. At least for now.
She watched the other with no small amount of amusement for her various antics in attempt to communicate, though refrained from actually laughing at her. She had to express herself this way for a reason, and that was something to be respected. So she watched the queen's movements carefully to figure out what she wanted, looking between she and whatever she was motioned to several times before canting her head.
"You're Silentsong, I'm Moonfeather..." She started slowly, trying to follow the others motions as best she could. It took a bit for her to puzzle it out, but once the other motioned to her kits the idea struck yer. "My kits? You want to know their names?" She hoped she was right, and continued on. "They're Amberkit and Fawnkit. Both little she-cats." She didn't know if that was obvious or not, but she thought it prudent to include.
The tortoiseshell queen barely noticed that she'd been holding her breath the entire time. Communicating with someone new... It was surprisingly stressful to the TreeClan warrior-queen. It was that lingering moment, that little hesitation where you weren't quite sure they would understand what it was you were trying to say... That was the part she hated most. With Zephyrfang, communication came more naturally. Even if he didn't always get what she was trying to say right away, she knew that he would keep asking until he knew he got it right. He knew he had to be a voice big enough for the both of them.
But what if Moonfeather stops after one thought? She wondered to herself, ears pricking forward to catch the she-cat's voice. Relief rushed over her when Moonfeather's question turned out to be the right question, smiling brightly and nodding her head to show the other queen had gotten it, Silentsong eagerly awaited the answer to her question. Moonfeather's kits truly were beautiful. She hoped her kits were as perfect as the other queen's. Her eager smile fell away to something much gentler when Moonfeather revealed their names. Amberkit and Fawnkit... She repeated silently, ingraining their names in her mind.
Padding toward the younger queen, she nudged her between the ears affectionately, close enough that Moonfeather might just catch the vibrations in her throat from the purr leaving her again. It was as she was backing up that her stomach made a rather loud growling sound, demanding to be heard in the quiet nursery. Hazel-green eyes stretched wide in momentary shock at one of the only sounds she was actually capable of making. Before long, she giggled silently, flashing Moonfeather and apologetic smile as her ears tipped back to match the expression. Oops..? She thought to herself.
I guess I haven't eaten in a while. Glancing toward the entrance, she paused momentarily. Waving her tail to indicate the entrance, she tipped her head questioningly. She figured that Moonfeather wouldn't want to leave her kits in the den alone, but... If Moonfeather was hungry, and Silentsong was already going to fetch herself something to eat, she figured it was only polite to bring something back for Moonfeather.
Word Count: 370 words Tags: Justice Notes: Hungry girl XD