Moving in Oceansong.

Bramblepelt hopped into the nusery after her. "Do you need any help?" he chirped.

Brambleplet said '' I'll get some moss''. He then jumped out of the den.

Just as Bramblepelt sliped out, an apperntice trotted in. He had herd that a she-cat was moving into the nursery. So Plutopaw had decided to see if he could help. "Hi," he said quietly to the white she-cat. "Your Oeansong right?" he asked. She had pretty eyes. He always noticed thatings like that.

OOC; hi oceansong *waves madly*

IC: Plutopaw glaced at the she-cat again. "Do you have a appentice," he asked. He hoped not. he wanted a mentor, and he liked Oceansong.

Plutopaw looked down at his paws. "Umm, would you be my mentor?"

Bramblepelt padded in warily, jaws clamped around a thick wad of dry moss. "Sorry I took so long," he mewed apologetically, dropping the moss by his paws and licking Oceansong in a brusque but tender fashion. "It's been raining, so it was hard to find any dry moss." The large tabby tom then took in the apprentice, and a slow smile spread over his angular features. "Hello," he greeted warmly, flicking an ear. "Who are you?"

As he waited for the answer, he bent over his mate and began to spread the moss around her, patting it down with a paw to make sure it stayed intact. "Are you okay?" he asked, concerned, as he finished.

Bramblepelt nodded warmly towards the apprentice. "Hello," he mewed. "My name is Bramblepelt - as you probably know - and I'm your mentor's mate... which you also probably know." He grinned, whiskers twitching with amusement. Suddenly, his stomach rumbled. He ducked his head apologetically. "Sorry," he explained. "Patrolling makes me ravenous. I'm off to get some fresh kill. Do you want some, Oceansong?" Without waiting for the queen's answer, he ducked out of the Den once more and padded away.

A few minutes later, he returned with a plump squirrel and a large fish in his jaws, "I know fish are your favorite," he explained, dropping the fish by her paws. He then stepped back a few paces and leaned down on his haunches, digging in to the squirrel with relish. "Are you planning to tell the leader?" he inquired curiously as he snapped up the remnants of the squirrel. "About you becoming mentor to Plutopaw, I mean," he added, glancing down intently at his claws to see if any squirrel blood was caught in them.

OOC: Hmm. Has Dawncrest forgotten about this thread, or has she just not been on for the past couple days? :-/ 'Cause maybe Plutosong shoud kinda just disappear, if she's not using this thread any more.

Bramblepelt purred, "How soon are they coming?" It was hard not to know what the "they" were. He smiled lovingly down at his mate, nuzzling her warmly. "How soon?" he prompted, dark amber eyes eager and ears pricked. He still couldn't quite stomach the idea of being a father; it was so... amazing! He couldn't help looking forward to it; three or four or maybe even five copies of Oceansong and him. He found a purr bubbling up within his chest at the thought.

But his intense amber eyes hardened slightly as in some deep, dark corner of his mind where all his nightmares came from, he found himself dreading it. What if something went wrong? What if they were brats? What if Oceansong died? He brushed the thoughts away swiftly, annoyed with himself for letting them take over, even if it was for only a heartbeat or two.

OOC: Ah. ;) That's cool.

Bramblepelt shrugged, turning away so she couldn't see the nervousness in his dark amber eyes. "Nothing," he assured her. "I'm just being paranoid, like always." He smiled lightly, to let her know how little stock he put in his fears. "You know me. Always making a big deal out of nothing." He grinned, whiskers twitching with amusement.

OOC: Um. You spell it: uncertainly. Yeah. Just in case you were wondering. Sorry; I'm very pedantic. :P

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