Post by Fireflake on Oct 21, 2019 7:39:17 GMT
Mantisclaw lumbered back into camp from the Dirtplace, her usually-bright yellow eyes currently narrowed into a tired and unhappy look. She started toward the warrior den. Despite being only days away from her kitting, the she-cat had refused completely to move into the nursery. She knew she couldn't ignore the kits once they came, so she was going to do her best before then. Her best, unfortunately, was thundering steps and a distinct lack of grace as she changed course to head for the fresh-kill pile.
The queen took a deep breath and relaxed just a bit as she saw that there was prey, and she wasn't going to have to get in a hissing match with anyone to go hunting. She tried not to be too obvious about the fact that the lump in her belly was an unwelcome accident, but surging hormones in a mind already reeling didn't make for a quiet cat. News had spread to many more than she'd expected. Just as Mantisclaw started to think of settling down beside the pile with a nice little mouse, she felt furry toes under her own weighty step and groaned quietly.
