it was late. dark. the clan was settling in for bed and sweetrose was careful of her abdomen, a bit paranoid maybe, not wanting to bump into something and harm her children.
she beat nightstar into their den and gave a small stretch of her lengthy limbs, tounge rasping over her fur to smooth it down. she wasn't quite tired, and fancied she and nightstar could talk before they called it a night.
(rip my muse rn vv tired lmao)