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She supposed this was the ideal place to raise her kits. All four of them were full of life, full of spunk. Shadowedcoral couldn't have asked for anything better, right? Her narrowed eyes watched them play fighting in the sand, near the waves that lapped near. She had her paws tucked under her chest, but said nothing to them. She was quiet, as per usual. Unless she was scolding them for something, but for now, she would let them get all their energy out.
"How have they been doing?" she asked as she padded up. Or, at least, she tried to ask. She was simultaneously carrying a small bundle of herbs, so the words sounded a little less than perfectly clear. She frowned slightly, before dropping the herbs at her feet. She let out a breath, as if carrying the herbs had taken some great effort. "Whew!" she meowed, a smile on her face. "What I was trying to say was, how have they been doing?" Without herbs in her mouth, this time, Fernweaver was easy to understand.
"Noisy as can be." Snorted Shadowedcoral. The queen was known to be less than sweet, and quite strict with the kits she had. The feline pressed her lips together, seeming less than interested in speaking about the kits to the medicine cat.
That was the good thing about Fernweaver: she was nearly oblivious to social cues (or maybe she just purposely ignored them, it wasn't clear). This meant that if she noticed Shadowedcoral's expression, she didn't pay it any mind. "Good!" she meowed with a nod, her tail flicking. "It means that their lungs are growing as expected and that they've got the energy to fuss, both good signs." She then turned back to look at the queen. "And yourself? Any abnormalities for you?" Sometimes, queens weren't perfectly honest about their post-natal needs, and it was important to ensure that she was feeling her best, physically and emotionally.
Her brow quirked slightly. "I'm fine." she huffed. There was one thing about this queen, she seemed to prefer to be left alone, at all times. Which was odd, that she had managed to have kits. Who would have given such a sour cat the time of day? And just where exactly was he now?
