[justify]✷ The queen seemed to have finally come to terms with everything that was going on in her life. For the past week since her pregnancy discovery, she had been doing her best to help out around the camp, make up for her mistakes. She had also been spending much of her time caring for thornfang, as well as attempting to make new friends. It was a bit hard for the feline, especially knowing that her kittens might look like her Deceased lover, but she was determined to do something right in her life. Bad circumstances or not, she would be come a mother her kits could be proud of.
So today, she had begun by changing out all the bedding in the elders den. While there were very few these days, she still felt that it was some thing that needed to be done, as a kindness for those still alive. After spending almost an hour collecting the driest moss and fixing the nests, she had then moved on to her next task, hunting. She had never been the best hunter as a child, exceedingly clumsy no matter how hard she tried. And though her paws were still large, she had grown into them a bit more, and she found herself easily gliding along through the thick sow, only the faintest of crushing sounds drifting out into the forest as she did so.
Spotting a squirrel beneath a beech nut tree, the she-cat leapt, her short limbs all springing at once and catching e creature off gaurd. Nipping its neck, she left as little blood behind as possible, as the nut tree would likely serve best as a hunting ground for squirrels, after all even the prey needed food as well. Unable to find much else as the sun rose into the sky, she settled on the scrawny mouse and tough squirrel she had caught, heading back to camp with her two pieces of prey.
Dropping the prey in the pile, the queen sighed happily, sprawling out in the sunlight. Her gold and cream pelt lapped up the sunlight hungrily, fueled by the tiny bodies living inside of her. Another moon or so and they would be born, she assumed. It made her sad to think her warrior duties and ambitions to become a deputy would be over, but she reminded herself it would only be for two or three moons, just until the kits were weaned and able to eat prey.
She let her mind wander, and found herself wondering what to name the children she would birth. "perhaps I'll name one Badgerkit... I suppose he'd like that a child was named after him..." she mumbled aloud, honey hued gaze rather thoughtful. she shrugged, a and went back to peacefully basking.
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