Post by banjocat on Jun 28, 2023 15:06:25 GMT -6
Ravenstorm
"Lemonkit?" Ravenstorm called as she padded into the nursery, waving a paw to get her kit's attention as a mouse swung from her jaws by its tail. "Come outside and get some fresh air, I've brought you some dinner." She said, accompanying her words with a nod toward the exit of the den and a sweeping gesture with her tail. She backed up until she was once again outside the nursery and set the mouse down. Ravenstorm sighed, glad to finally have a moment to sit down. She'd come to the clans so her child could be raised in safety, but the weight of the recent illness sweeping through the clans left her wondering if that had been the right choice. She was so careful not to get too close to the other cats and tried to keep Lemonkit safe, but sickness did what it wanted to. If Lemonkit became ill and something happened to her... It was a sickening thought. Ravenstorm wouldn't be able to live with that guilt. There were sick clanmates, and with fewer warriors to go out and hunt, even she as a queen needed to go out periodically. She didn't mind that too much-- this way she could ensure she and Lemonkit were eating prey that only they had touched, rather than someone who may be unknowingly infected. The tortoiseshell queen laid down and tucked her paws into her chest. She needed to stop worrying so much. Fate could not be controlled. |
