[Silver]

Duskflower

Queen of StoneClan

So much had changed these past few seasons. Duskflower quietly thought back to everything that had changed in her life just in these last few moons of time and she had to smile gently at the reminder. She had a mate she adored and the kits she loved more than life itself were growing into fine Warriors. Her older kits were well grown and had lives of their own and she was glad they were happy. Still, Duskflower felt odd not having to be inside the Nursery all the time anymore. She missed the feeling of little bodies curled up next to her, but then she'd always felt that way after her kits left this place. It was a fact of life and she accepted that, she just missed it sometimes.

Today though, she was helping Mistcloud mind her two young kits and enjoying every second of it. Palekit and Ashkit were growing fast and she knew they were likely giving there poor mother fits keeping an eye on them. She was so proud of everything her daughters had accomplished. Mistcloud was happy and in love and Smokestorm was the Deputy of StoneClan; she was so proud of them. She was honestly expecting Smokestorm to visit at some point in this day and she found she was looking forward to spending more time with her older daughters. 

Anywhere you go let me go too. That's all I ask of you.

Tags | Taxx

[Taxx]

Smokestorm had been keeping close eye on her sister and the two kits she’d borne. Palekit and Ashkit were quite the excitable pair, full of curiosity and with the innocence of youth to keep most warriors from being too upset at their many questions. Smokestorm had, more than once, been the subject of one such lengthy string of queries, and she’d been grateful when Mistcloud, who had possibly seen the shortening fuse of the deputy’s temper, rescued her by herding the kits away.

Still, she adored her kin, and now with no pressing duties to attend to, she turned her paws toward the nursery and eased her way inside. She was mobbed nearly instantly, before her eyes had adjusted to the darker interior of the den, the sturdy bodies plowing into her. With two easy moves, Smokestorm hooked the legs from under them both, Palekit first and then Ashkit, and then continued toward Mistcloud and Duskflower with a purr of amusement, tail waving.

“Duskflower, Mistcloud. I wasn’t aware you had mounted a guard on the nursery; I’ll have to be on the lookout on future visits.”