[ti]Private[/ti]Chat At Noon

[GnawingOnIce]

Meteorfall was bored for once in her life. Her tail tip constantly twitched back and forth, her head lying on her paws. At the moment, it was noon, almost sundown, casting orange and pink rays through the waterfall, making it look absolutely beautiful. The young she-cat huffed, twitched her ear, and stood, deciding she'd go over and talk to Nightfur since she hadn't talked to her in a while. With the way Meteor and Finch were acting toward each other, it'd be useful to talk to her. She poked her head into the warriors den, "Nightfur? You there?"

[silverfang218]

The dark colored warrior was curled up all snug in her nest, taking shelter from the lingering chill outside in the warmth of the den. At the sound of her name being called, the she-cat’s head pokes up and a big grin covers her face at the sight of Meteorfall. As Meteor and Finch were often together back when they were kits, Nightfur often counts Meteor among her children. And Mommafur is always happy to chat with one of her children.

She hops right up and carefully makes her way over to the entrance of the den, avoiding any other cats that may be occupying the den. “I’m right here, Meteorfall.” Nightfur smiles softly, though she quickly glances over Meteor to make sure she’s not hurt or anything. Protective momma is protective.

[GnawingOnIce]

Meteorfall smiled, seeing that Nightfur was happy to see her. She saw Nightfur looking her pelt over, probably making sure she wasn't hurt or anything. "I'm alright, I was just wondering if we could chat?" She shifted her paws, a bit nervous. She was planning on telling Nightfur about how close Finch and her were getting, maybe rant about how she thought she was worried that she wouldn't be a good mother, etc. Anyway, Meteor was very grateful to have Nightfur to talk to.

[silverfang218]

Nightfur nods, that soft smile growing larger as Meteor reassures Momma that she’s fine and just wants to chat. “Of course.” She mews enthusiastically; it had been a long time since Night could remember sitting down for a chat with Meteorfall.

As the older warrior notices her child nervously shifting her paws, Night makes a guess that this conversation might be a bit more than just the younger warrior wanting to catch up. “Come, take a walk with me?” Night purrs. The dark she-cat gently brushes against Meteor, hoping to put the younger she-cat at ease. Nightfur wants Meteorfall to know that she could come talk to her about anything.

[GnawingOnIce]

She smiled, glad that Nightfur didn't mind talking with her. Well, why wouldn't she?“Come, take a walk with me?” Meteorfall nodded, purring a bit herself. She started toward the waterfall, glad that they'd be out of camp while talking about what Meteorfall particularly wanted to talk about. She breathed in the misty air beside the waterfall, slipping out into the open. She glanced up at the sky, admiring at how pretty it was. All sunsets were pretty, sunrises too.

[silverfang218]

Nightfur stretches her limbs as the pair make their way past the waterfall, though she fluffs up just a bit to protect herself from the lingering chill as they exit the secluded camp. “I can’t hardly wait for warmer weather.” Night tries to make small talk as she follows Meteorfall’s gaze up to the sky. Ah yes, Night likes to take time to admire the sunset and sunrise every so often, though she prefers to admire Silverpelt in the dead of night.

[GnawingOnIce]

"Me too, it's nice to see that less snow is here. Plus, in new-leaf I'm sure there's going to be more kits." She smiled at Nightfur. She hesitated for a moment, her smile faltering just the slightest. She stopped under a tree and sat down, sighing and looking at her paws. She turned to Nightfur, "Nightfur, what if I'm not a good mother?" Meteorfall looked at the dark-furred she-cat with worried swamp green eyes, "I mean.. I don't see why I wouldn't be a good mother, I'm just worried."

[silverfang218]

Nightfur’s grin widens further as Meteorfall mentions more kits; the motherly warrior had been wondering if she oughta have another litter as well. Every loss had been claws through her heart, a feeling that will likely carry through the rest of her life but… seeing her surviving kits receive their warrior names had just made everything worth it. And this time they might just have a father that sticks around, too.

As Meteorfall expresses worry about whether or not the younger warrior would make a good mother, Night just shakes her head. “I think that’s a worry all she-cats have when thinking about having kittens or not. All mothers make mistakes; I know I’ve made far more than my fair share.” Night gently brushes against Meteor’s side, “But I think you’d make a good mother. And I will be here to help you whenever you need me. Finchtongue, too.” Nightfur is far from blind; Meteorfall and Finchchild had always been close, so it’s not too hard to guess who Meteor is looking to make kits with. Night isn’t for sure that Finch and Meteor are hooking up… but that’s her current guess.

[GnawingOnIce]

Meteorfall smiled gratefully at Nightfur, "I'm so glad I have you to talk to, Nightfur, thank you." She purred, now a bit excited for new kits. She wondered what they'd look like, she didn't have a doubt that they'd look beautiful. She glanced up at the sky again, checking to see where the sun was. It was getting darker, and it wasn't usually the best of ideas to stay out of camp at night. "We should probably get back." Meteor told Night, flicking one of her ears toward the sun setting.

[silverfang218]

Nightfur gently butts her head against Meteor’s shoulder in a playful manner. “No problem, silly. You know that you can always come to me.” Night purrs back. Her ear twitches as she suppresses the thought of how fast her babies are all growing up, and yes Meteorfall is one of her babies. First, they were apprentices, and it seemed like only yesterday that Meteorfall received her warrior name, even though a full moon has passed since. And now, they are out here talking about kittens. It almost brings a tear to Nightfur’s eye (oh Nightfur, what am I going to do with you).

Night forcibly squashes the memories of Meteorkit and Finchkit (and usually Finchkit’s mossball I assume) romping around together as she watched them as Meteorfall suggests they head back. “Probably a good idea.” Night nods, allowing her younger companion to lead them back towards the nice warm nests waiting for them in their cozy camp.