Post by Cloven on May 5, 2013 0:19:22 GMT -5
Brindlestream
Brindlestream found herself curling up just outside the nursery, finding a nice sunny spot to just relax and not have to listen to the other kits moving about. She didn't really mind the kits, but every once in a while it just annoyed her that her kit was the one who couldn't talk. That wouldn't talk. The others her mewing and asking loads of questions, and yet Gingerkit didn't seem to want to know anything.
Rolling onto her back, Brindlestream tried to push the thoughts from her mind. Maybe it wasn't that there was anything wrong with Gingerkit, maybe she was just shy. Maybe she could speak, she just chose not too. It didn't mean that there was anything wrong with Brindlestream. Didn't mean that she had somehow messed up while pregnant. Even if it did, there would be no way to tell. Not unless she had kits later on and they were all messed up...
Brindlestream exhaled sharply, this wasn't way she left the den. She didn't want to think about this. Think like this. She just wanted sometime away from the noisy kits. Away from the stuffy den filled with the warm smell of milk. She just wanted to relax and unwind.
Gingerkit was just a few months shy of her apprenticeship, Brindlestream would return to her warrior duties, and they wouldn't share a den for many moons. The queen could beat herself up then over what had happened. But for now, she was going to be a good mother.
Her mind let go of the issue and moved on to more simple matters. Watching camp life was her new favorite hobby. Seeing the she-cats and toms move about, returning from hunts with jaws full of prey; leaving for patrols; heading out for training. The elders seemed to be enjoying the warm sun too. It was a perfect day for a sunbath, maybe after a little while she'd see if Gingerkit wanted to come out an play.
Rolling onto her back, Brindlestream tried to push the thoughts from her mind. Maybe it wasn't that there was anything wrong with Gingerkit, maybe she was just shy. Maybe she could speak, she just chose not too. It didn't mean that there was anything wrong with Brindlestream. Didn't mean that she had somehow messed up while pregnant. Even if it did, there would be no way to tell. Not unless she had kits later on and they were all messed up...
Brindlestream exhaled sharply, this wasn't way she left the den. She didn't want to think about this. Think like this. She just wanted sometime away from the noisy kits. Away from the stuffy den filled with the warm smell of milk. She just wanted to relax and unwind.
Gingerkit was just a few months shy of her apprenticeship, Brindlestream would return to her warrior duties, and they wouldn't share a den for many moons. The queen could beat herself up then over what had happened. But for now, she was going to be a good mother.
Her mind let go of the issue and moved on to more simple matters. Watching camp life was her new favorite hobby. Seeing the she-cats and toms move about, returning from hunts with jaws full of prey; leaving for patrols; heading out for training. The elders seemed to be enjoying the warm sun too. It was a perfect day for a sunbath, maybe after a little while she'd see if Gingerkit wanted to come out an play.
