Recovering a Friend CLOSED For Blaze

The gray she-cat slowly limped out of the nursery. Her blue eyes shimmered with happiness, for two reasons: her so called former friend became a warrior, and her kits were very healthy. Luckily, Dewleaf was watching her little ones sleep.

 Salmonstripe walked over to the Freshkill pile. It was rather full; it could feed at least everyone in the Clan! The dawn patrol must have come back. 


Worriedly, the she-cat padded over to Creammist, and mewed, "I, uh, wanna go on a walk with me?" She had never felt so awkward around one of her friends before, but the she-cat had become miserable in life. Her mate left her, Creammist did too because she killed Icetail. The queen's gray fur rustled lightly in the soft cool morning breeze, and she waited for Creammist's answer.

Salmonstripe was rather suprised. "Okay..." She walked over to the camp entrance, and flicked her tail. She watched the cream she-cat to see if she was coming yet.

Salmonstripe was almost concerned. "Okay... So, Creammist. How's things been with you?" The gray spotted tabby asked quietly, to her friend.

"I do know. I was watching Thunderpaw become an apprentice from the nursery. If you hadn't gotten Thunderpaw, I would've wanted you to mentor Troutkit, my only blood related son. Or Whitekit or Racconkit or Swampkit." The queen huffed, trying to make her voice soften up a bit. "I've... Missed not having you around. It's not the same. I mean, I have Dewleaf, but... I need you there for me too, Creammist. Please forgive me. I had no choice but to kill Icetail. It was ether die, or kill. Now, you wouldn't want me to die would you? I don't even know at this point..."

Salmonstripe growled. "That's done and over with! Now," She sighed, "Are you going to have kits?" She asked, happy memories filling her mind of Whitekit, Swampkit, Troutkit and Racoonkit. "I love mine."

The queen gasped. "I love you! You're my best friend. And you always will be. And, Whitekit loves you too! And Dewleaf. And I think it would be lovely for you to have kits. Mine love me, and they love you too. You have lots of love, Creammist."

Creammist's shoulders sagged. "I have love from she-cats, but not from a tom," she sighed.

"Whitekit loves you..." Salmonstripe purred, smiling. "Maybe you could mate him..." 

OOC: Maybe she could! Unless Creammist has other plans. Blazepaw died, so... Yeah. And shortness.

Creammist perked up. "Good idea! I'll better get to know him."

"Not right now! Right now this is out time, our time to make up." Salmonstripe smiled, trying to be nice.