The Newest Mother (Open/Moving In)

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    "It's not a bad thing to be compassionate, but it'll mean you'll have to always rely on others. I personally wouldn't want that, but everyone's different, I know a couple of cats who are expert hunters, but hate to fight, and try to work out a diplomatic solution. In fact, that's a quality of a Leader." Mistedveil smiled, "just follow what you think is right, don't let anyone force you to do something you don't want."

    Airpaw thought about that a moment, nodding slowly. "It's not that I don't want to learn. I do. I just...I'd rather make peace than kill a cat. But, I know that that's not realistic. I'll learn. Once I get these kits out that is. And I am definately ready for that." Rolling over onto her side, Airpaw sighed, closing her eyes. "When are you due?"

    Mistedveil shook her head, "not for another moon I think." She was starting to get used to the uncomfortable weight in her belly, but soon, it would prevent her from even walking very far. "But I can tell just by looking yours will be really soon."

    Airpaw sighed and nodded. "Yes. I've definately ready," she repeated. "They are active little things, that's for sure. I don't think they stop moving," Airpaw said with a chuckle. She was starting to plan out names in her head, though she hadn't told Mistdevil about them. They were all her little secrets.

    "I'll keep in mind that I won't be getting any sleep in a few nights then," Mistedveil mewed, only half-joking, "you should hear some of these queens while kitting. Geez, I have to cover my ears with my paws with how loud it is!"

    Laughing, Airpaw nodded. "I'm sure. Oh well. Once I get these kits out, you'll have little kits to watch. Our litters aren't far away. The cousins may enjoy each other's company," she said with a smile. She was overly excited about the kits coming, but certain things still worried her. What if that tom came back? What if one looked like him? What would she do? If the kits looked nothing like Blazingstorm, how were they going to keep up the facade that they were his kits? Would anyone notice?

    "Yeah, I bet they will," Mistedveil mewed, before opening her jaws in a wide yawn. "Sorry, being here makes me tired for some reason, I think I'll catch some sleep. G'night." She curled up as best she could, and closed her eyes.


    (OOC: Basically out, since you'll be gone, have a good 4th of July though!)

    Airpaw nodded, deciding to catch some sleep for herself.


    OOC: Yeah, thanks. I'll make her active again when I return for her kitting. But, that will be in my own thread.


    (out)

    Mistedveil opened one of her eyes and looked up at Darkenedfate, "what're you trying to do, fatten me up even more?" She growled teasingly, though she didn't find having her sleep disturbed amusing in the slightest. "What can a queen do to get some sleep around here?" Mistedveil stood back up and stretched, having only been able to get a short nap, "well, may as well share 'em then, I'm not that hungry right now."

    Darkenedfate rolled his eyes. "Sorry darling, didnt mean to disterb you." He laid down next to her and began to share tongues.

    Mistedveil purred despite what she said, and joined in the ritual, "I haven't seen my mother anywhere recently..." She mumbled softly, ears dropping a little.

    "I havent either." Darkenedfate meowed, not really caring.


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    "I just get a bad feeling, but if you don't care, then I don't see why I even bother bringing it up," Mistedveil mewed, turning her head the other way and pretending to go back to sleep. "Go back to the Warrior's Den, it's getting late, and it's already crowded enough around here without random toms hanging about."