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^{I JUST KINDA WISH YOU WERE GAY —}

^{peachpaw used to dream about one day having her own family. finding a nice tom, becoming a queen, having that sort of happily ever after. she used to dream about everything being rainbows and sunshine, about following in the pawsteps of her mother and her mothers mother.}

^{but, peachpaw had come to understand that she just didn't like men. she was gay, and that meant that she'd very likely never have kittens with her own blood running through their bodies. she'd never be a queen, never curl around those tiny bodies at night. sure, she could adopt them, love them as her own, but at the end of the day, she'd miss out on the steps she'd wanted when she was young, the pregnancy, being a proper queen.}

^{this was her lot in life, though, and she was alright with it. she was happy, and she was confident that, one day, they'd be rid of the city scum and she could have her happily ever after somehow.}

^{in the meantime, she'd have to settle for standing guard at the nursery, keeping the bloodclanners away from the queens and kittens that lie within. she couldn't, wouldn't, let them touch even a lock of fur on one of the kit's heads. they were too little, too young, too good to be forced to withstand the harsh realities of the war being waged around them. if peachpaw had her way, they'd all stay in that den, stay young and innocent forever.}

^{the apprenticed paced back and forth in front of the nursery, usually kind features harsh and threatening, eyeing every bloodclanner that crossed her gaze, ready to snap at the threat of any of them so much as looking at the nursery.}

^{( AZRA rushed, so sorry!! )}

^{I JUST KINDA WISH YOU WERE GAY —}

^{( peachpaw: everyone's favorite lesbian )}

^{the apprentice had been caught up with a one sided stare down at the back of a bloodclan tom's head, pale optics burning a hole into the back of the felines skull, when the tiniest cough caught her attention.}

^{head snapping to the source, her gaze landed upon the form of vesperkit. the apprentice didn't like to chose favorites, she really didn't, but... if she had to say she liked one kit above them all, it would be vesperkit. there was something very charming about the little girl, and peachpaw admired the bond she and her brother shared. she'd always wanted something like that with one of her siblings, but never found it.}

^{"hey vesperkit," she greeted the little girl with a warm, almost maternal smile. "you alright? hungry? thirsty? bored?" she offered, always eager to help. if the kitten wanted to pick out some food, or go to the dirtplace, peachpaw could walk her there, keep away prying bloodclanners. if she needed a playmate... well, she was better than a bloodclanner.}

^{I JUST KINDA WISH YOU WERE GAY —}

^{peachpaw was, admittedly, relieved that the kitten was only bored; food and water weren't exactly easy to access these days. she was about to offer to go find a mossball when the kitten produced one of her own. well, a mossball covered in feathers, attached to a stick. it was certainly an interesting little creation, evidence that the kitten was a smart little thing, able to produce a new sort of toy.}

^{"alright, alright - try to catch me." peachpaw agreed, snatching the stick up in her mouth and immediately taking off. she didn't go slow, wouldn't let it be an easy win for the kitten. but vesperkit was still small, still a little clumsy, so the apprentice didn't go as fast as those long legs could really take her. just fast enough that vesperkit would have to put in some real effort.}