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Pebblefur padded through the forest, a gentle breeze tugging at her spotted fur. Her green eyes held sorrow as she padded on silently, clearly lost in thought. She had seen countless she-cats having kits and had often helped kit-sit them for the queens who had wanted to get away for a while. She never minded helping out in the nursery. That was one of her favorite places to spend her time, playing with the kits. However, she had never had any of her own. She had a mate long ago but had disappeared when a grave sickness spread through Summerclan, killing many cats and Pebblefur falling ill, herself. She had always wondered when he had gone. She wondered if he was still alive and often questioned why he would leave her when they had so much love for each other. She fretted that something must have happened to him and had gone to look for him when she was well enough to leave the camp. However, she had found no traces of him and his scent had vanished over time. She was heart broken and even though that was moons ago, she still missed him and wondered if she would ever move on.
Shaking her thoughts away, she padded up to the river that snaked through their territory. She lapped up a few cool drops of water then flicked the remaining water from her whiskers. Perhaps she just needed a friend. Someone to keep her busy and her mind away from the past. She wasn't sure if she would ever be ready to move on but at least a friend would help her from falling back into grief. Her ears swiveled as she heard pawsteps approaching and swung her muzzle in the direction of approaching paws.
Now that her kits where near apprentice age, Beetuft had been able to get out of camp more and had resumed most of her duties. She had missed the territory, missed running in the wind and catching prey. It was exhilarating and she couldn’t help but be glad those moons of staying in the nursery were mostly over. Of course, her kits were starting a new chapter in their lives soon, and she thought back somewhat sadly. She remembered when they were born, when they took their first steps out of the nursery. She somewhat wished their kithood had been longer.
Deciding to go for a stroll and maybe a hunt, Beetuft slipped her way out of camp. Her thick white and orange fur had recently gone back to collecting leaves and twigs within her curls, and she hadn’t bothered to remove them. She kinda missed them. The second thing she noticed was that it was hot. Very hot for a thick-furred she-cat like herself. She steered her path towards the river, remembering to keep her paw steps light in case there was prey around.
Finally, she was near the river. Not encountering any prey, she forgot about her steps and let them weigh heavily on the ground. She could see the river ahead, and with it a shape. She got closer and, after blinking her eyes for a few seconds, could make the cat out. Oh! Pebblefur! Beetuft caught her gaze and smiled.
“Hey, Pebblefur!” She said cheerfully, going to sit beside her. The orange patches she-cat bent down and took a good, long, refreshing drink. “How has your day been? I’ve found it way too hot, but at least I’m outside. Being trapped in the nursery can be a real pain sometimes, but I can’t complain too much.” She rambled.
"Beetuft!" Pebblefur greeted, kindly, pushing away all of her own sorrows as if they never existed. The calico she-cat stood up and stretched before settling back down. "It's been well. Haven't really caught much today. I think it's too hot even for some of the prey! I had spotted a few lizards and had considered bringing those back to camp but I'm not sure how many cats would actually eat them" she purred. She was never a fan of fish or lizards but she never judged any cat who had liked them. "Its good to see you out of the nursery! I can't believe how big your kits are getting! They are close to becoming apprentices, aren't they?" She recalled a few times she had watched Beetuft's kits for her whenever she wanted to stretch her legs.
She purred lightly. “I saw nothing, not even lizards. Though, I don’t mind not seeing them.” She commented. “I don’t see how anyone could stand eating a lizard, would they be all rough and...lizard-y?” She commented, laying down just before the water. Her eyes followed the stillness, watching for any movement. She smiled widely as her topic turned to her kits. “I can’t either! My little sunshines are so little anymore! They’re very close and I couldn’t be prouder. I had been waiting for the day they’d be promoted since they were born, but now I kinda wanna keep them kits forever.”
Beetuft gazed up at Pebblefur with a glint in her eyes. “I’m glad the sickness is cured.” She said after a moments pause. “I wasn’t personally affected, somehow, but I know poor Speckledkit had a few nightmares.”
Pebblefur frowned, "I know. The poor kit. I'm glad its over now, too. Hes going to be a great addition to the clan. Hes strong and very smart." She paused before adding with an amusing twitch of her whiskers, "and mischievous"
She purred at the praise of her son. “Mischievous you say? Oh what did he do?” Beetuft got up from where she lay, stretched, and shook out her thick fur. A few leaves fluttered to the ground. “So, what’s been on your mind lately? I’ve been worrying a little, for their upcoming apprenticeship. But that’s just natural, I guess.” She swatted at a few bugs that buzzed around in the heat. “It’s so hot—“ She changed the subject, a habit she developed from her kithood, “—I could jump into the river.” She stared at the flowing water and took a few more drinks.
Pebblefur wasnt sure which question to answer first but amusement gleamed in her green eyes. "Well, for one, Speckledkit decided to put a spider in my nest the other day" she flicked her tail as she remembered how annoyed she had been but the amusement still remained in her mind. It was kind of funny now that she looks back to that day. "A lot has been on my mind lately" she responded to Beetuft, the amusement from her eyes fading. "But I don't want to burden you with all my troubles." She stared at the water and a small smile appeared on her troubled expression, "why dont you? It will probably be refreshing."
"A spider? Really? Well, I ought to have a word with him." She tsked. A spider. But, she couldn't be too hard on him. She had done very similar things when she was his age. It was the stage between exciting kithood and exciting apprenticeship, the boredom in between seemingly unbearable. She couldn't help but inwardly chuckle.
"Well, if you keep all your troubles in they'll grow into one huge trouble. You wouldn't be bothering anyone, plus it would be better in the long run." She explained, poking the water with a paw. It was crisp and fresh on her paw, sending a relieving chill down her spine. "My fur always get heavy when wet, which is why I hate the rain. But..." She blinked at the water once more, "why not. It beats the heat." She backed up a few paces and, getting prepared, leaped into the water with a big splash. The heat seemed to immediately disappeared and, with her coat already weighing her down, she paddled to the shore and clung to the edge.
Pebblefur wasn't that fond of swimming but she figured that it beat the heat. She waded into the water, the cold water seeping into her fur and making her shiver. However, it felt good compared to the sizzling heat of the day. "Well...I miss Mallowfur..." she mumbled, unable to meet Beetuft's eye. "I want kits but I'm not sure if I can move on after loosing him..."
Beetuft gazed sympathetically at Pebblefur. She knew what it felt like to lose someone, not being able to move on. “That’s totally understandable. But you mustn’t force yourself into these things, you have to wait for the right moment. Plus, you still have all those memories of him, don’t you?” She clambered out of the water, shaking out her thick pelt. That wouldn’t try for a while. “Kits are a lot of work, I’ll tell ya that much.” She tried lightening the mood.
Pebblefur dunked herself before resurfacing and climbing back out of the water, shaking droplets from her silky fur. "Sure" she answered Beetuft when she suggested a walk. "Your right, though. I just wish he was still here so that we can build our family" she let her tail droop and her eyes stared at her paws.
Beetuft gazed sympathetically at the other molly, practically feeling her emotions. “Of course. But you’ll know when your ready.” She pat her on the back with herb thick tail. “Anyway, you lead the way!” She offered, stepping beside Pebblefur.
Pebblefur purred a thanks and padded toward the look out peak. She had gone there a lot with Mallowfur and it was one of her favorite places to spend her time. As she padded alongside Beetuft she started a conversation "your kits are good kits, Beetuft. You did well with them"
Suddenly bashful at the comment, she smiled. “Thank you, I was a bit nervous, considering my first litter and all, and I was constantly wondering if anything would happen to them. I couldn’t be prouder, and I’m sure you would do great if you ever have lots.” She looked forward at her surroundings, taking in a deep breath. “Really is wonderful out here, isn’t it?” She purred.
