Amberlight would slip out of the nursery, an expression of concern etched into her face as her sea blue eyes flickered back and forth along Shadowclan camp, "Shark-kit? Houndkit?" The queen would feel her heart thumping in her chest and she felt a small tweak of panic start to turn in her stomach as she moved along hurriedly from den to den in search for her sons. "Shark-kit! Houndkit! It's time to eat!" Her voice was edging more and more towards worry. Her kits had been very quiet the last few days, and she had begun to think that something was wrong with them. Was the heat finally getting to them? She had tried the best to could to protect them, but had she failed? The Bengal would begin to ask passing NPCs' if they had seen her curly furred children and with each head shake or verbal 'no' only drove her more into hysterics. "SHARK-KIT! HOUNDKIT!"
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