Rosebuds [solo]

Ferretnose felt a small kick in her swollen belly. If she wasn’t pregnant a half-moon ago when she had started feeling sick, she certainly was now. She lay purring in the hollowed out tree stump, shielding herself from the cold wind that swept across ThunderClan’s land. Just a moon ago, she was tossing around ShadowClan cats and returning home with two new mates. ShadowClan was a dangerous foe. The borders no longer felt secure. And here she was, bringing life into the world. She didn’t know how long she had before someone noticed. It was easy to hide with her stocky physique, but patrols were getting exhausting now. That was why she took cover in the first place, after all.

Mossbloom would be able to tell her the number, but she almost liked the surprise. Ferretnose knew who the fathers were. There were two, of course: Harefoot and Beartooth. They would find out soon enough, when she built up the courage to move to the nursery and spend the next few seasons nursing her own litter. She nearly dreaded it before shoving the thought unceremoniously out of her mind. It was an honorable duty, but the timing pained her. There was danger at every corner of the dark and unwelcoming wood. What would happen if they went to war again? If camp was invaded, would her kits be safe? Ferretnose was not one for the cushy life. The idea of being pampered and looked after and fed was almost sickening to her. She thought of Ridgelight with a terrible, haunting shudder. No. She would be a good mother. Beartooth was going to have a good mate… one that didn’t abandon her children. He deserved to finally connect with his kits. Ferretnose was no fool, nor was she blind to the hatred Houndheart had for her mate. Never again.

The queen leaned down to her belly, lapping at the fur and laughing at the gentle pulsing of little bodies inside. “One of you will be named Beekit,” she promised them. “Because you hum and buzz in there like a little bumblebee!”

For a few more moments, the now-queen lapped at her stomach, imagining the lovely chestnut-colored pelts of her kits. Maybe one would be white, like her mother had been. A little Snowkit, perhaps! Oh, but Barkkit would be such a darling name for a Leaf-Bare litter. She imagined Harefoot's beautiful green eyes on a strong, proud she-cat earning her leader name. Getting ahead of herself, as always. Ferretnose frowned at the thought of one of her kit's eyes being clouded like an overcast sky...

No, no, nope! The queen wiggled out of the stump with a small grunt of effort, chirping an apology to her stomach against her better logic. She padded out into the snow, up to her chest from the recent storm. Her ears perked up at the sound of scuttling just beneath her head. Was there something burying in the cold drifts? Remembering a fox she had witnessed in her apprenticeship, she shuffled around on her back legs. With a sizable struggle, Ferretnose leaped into the air and shoved her paws into the snow over the scuttling sound.

Ferretnose attempted to catch a rodent! Success!

Ferretnose
207/210 SP (-3)

Leaping up from the snow with a gasp, Ferretnose shook the chill off of her pelt. She was shocked to see the mouse thrashing in her teeth as she bit down, killing it. Her last hunt as a warrior, for the time being. Uncharted territory... scary change. Maybe she would like it, after all. Time would only tell. Ferretnose trudged delicately through the deep snow, catch in maw, ready to face her mates with the lovely news.

The member 'Grizzly' has done the following action : Dices roll

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'Hunting Dice' : 3