[ti]Open[/ti]Bros Before H-

[Ava]

With Swanstream and his kits off to do their duties, Ravenbranch sat gloomily in camp. No one else that he really cared for was here, so he just flopped over on the ground, letting out a long, dramatic sigh as he ripped off a leg of a rabbit and began to chew it. His thoughts seemed a bit louder than usual, but that wasn't what his mind lingered on. Instead, he was thinking about Swanstream, his beautiful mate, and the wonderful kits they would hopefully have. He was ecstatic about the thought of more kits, but then he remembered... he wasn't the same young, bouncy prey-hunter he once was. No, he was a seasoned tom, not yet old, perhaps, but he had seen plenty of moons come and go. Would he still be able to have kits at this point? Would Swanstream be okay giving birth at her age? He didn't know, nor did he like to think about it. 

Instead, he glanced around for someone to chat with for the first time in a long time. Isolation couldn't be good on his bones, even to such an introvert like Ravenbranch. He needed some friends to grow older with if he were to... lose Swanstream. He didn't like the thought of losing her. Ravenbranch nearly cried right there at the thought. He needed someone to talk to, and STAT. 

OOC; anyone can jump in before he has a mental breakdown!

[Mama]

Halfpaw was tired from helping set up the camp, pulling his weight, if not more. He was able to help raise the dens higher, keep the kittens entertained and give badger rides, along with running out to try and find some food for everyone else. It seemed a good night's rest would take lots and lots of work. And what was he working for? Well, his family.. they were in another clan. Petalpaw, now Petaldawn, replaced him with his murderer and was not even close to the cat he once knew. He was with all these new faces, ones he never met, and strange cats.

Padding back into camp after a patrol, the long legged apprentice glanced around as he shifted his weight. There wasn't a lot of cats in the clearing, and surely, he could visit the kits again. Then his attention landed on a cat, one he didn't quite know, but he seemed older and lonely. Thus, Halfpaw approached.


He was hardly considered an apprentice, or even a cat. His body was longer, taller, stronger then any clan cat or former tribe cat, excluding Wisp. But even he was a bit taller then the pale shecat. "Hello, I'm Halfpaw. Mind if I sit here?" Halfpaw politely asked as he craned his head down, his banded ears perked up.