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Early retirement hardly suited Clovermottle, especially when it was hardly a retirement. It wasn't watching the kits that bothered her, or their games - in fact she found them quite charming - it was the laziness of some of the cats that inhabited the clan that ruined it for her. Really? how was she suppose to rest when it seemed that she had to pick up the slack of the apprentices and warriors around camp that didn't do their daily chores. With an exasperated sigh the queen picked up another bundle of moss, and stalked back towards the nursery. If she were still allowed to perform her warrior duty, she would ensure all these tasks were completed, and then some. It was a wonder they expected anyone to kit in this place, when they didn't even have comfy or fresh bedding. "Here," meowed Clovermottle placing the moss down for anyone that needed it. Yellow eyes flickered back to where she'd come from. "I'm going to get some feathers, make everyone's nests nice and comfy again." Her tail lashed in annoyance, as already she found herself exhausted, out of breath, from such a small breath. "Not that I should have to when there's perfectly capable cats lazing around." she added loudly, hoping someone would at least take note.

Yellow eyes narrowed at the cat in front of her, their passive aggressive tone less than appreciated. The tortoishell’s tail lashed behind her. “Not all of us are as able bodied as you are, Rookflight.” she snapped, matching their tone. Another sigh escaped her. “But, thank you for doing your job.” She supposed it was a relief to no longer have to trek back and forth, exerting strength she no longer possessed. What Clovermottle would not give to be a warrior again, but surviving the illness had taken that from her, ensuring the other queens and their kits were well accounted for was the best she could do. Relieved from duties that weren’t hers, the queen settled themself into a sitting position beside the bicolour warrior. “Maybe you should spend more time here, the kits always love to see the warriors. I apologise for my harshness… I just appreciate order, and not having to lie down in constant pain.”  The molly watched as several kittens played rough and tumble, making a mess of the bedding both cats had just gathered. “Oh, do they have to be so energetic, I just gathered that!” mewed clovermottle in exasperation, ears falling back against her skull.