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Post by Whitemuzzle on Mar 2, 2020 16:14:05 GMT -5
Her Redguard duties. What if she had to do something that would endanger their kits? He sighed. He never liked the idea she was part of that group. Maybe I'm a bit overprotective? he wondered. Well, at least she wouldn't be doing any dangerous stuff for six moons after their kits were born.
"That's a good idea," Crimsonlife agreed. Although inwardly if he'd have his way, he'd rush her into the nursery posthaste. Then he remembered that Graythorn was her adoptive father. He of all cats would put a stop to her activities if he thought she'd be in any danger. So if she wanted to stay out a little longer, so be it.
"It'd be good if we get a leader soon," he remarked. "Everyone's been on edge ever since Fairystar died." He couldn't understand why SummerClan had lost so many leaders recently. It was like a death sentence for a cat to be chosen to be leader.
"I'm pregnant, not dying you mousebrain. I'm not going to suddenly flop over just by going out on patrol," Mudthistle pointed out with a snort, noticing Crimsonlife start to become overprotective already. As much as she loved her mate and understood his concerns, there were moments where she knew she had to assert her independence. The two of them were probably going to have a much longer conversation about it later, once she was further along with her kits. "I'm sure Starclan will speak to us soon enough. It's bad luck, sure, but our ancestors haven't abandoned us yet."
Post by Whitemuzzle on Mar 18, 2020 18:53:05 GMT -5
"I know," Crimsonlife replied feeling a little embarrassed by his own behavior. "I pity the poor soul who'd ever decide to pick a fight with you. You'd make short work of them from what I've seen." He always was pleased Mudthistle was a cat who could handle herself in a battle, even though he never saw her in a real battle but she did well in practice sessions while they were apprentices. A smile lit his face as he remembered how competitive the two of them used to be, always trying to outdo the other.
He became more serious as he thought about what she had just said. "I'm glad we still have StarClan on our side. It's hard to believe that some clans have turned their tails on them. I'm sure they'll let us know who'll be our next leader. Has Graythorn mentioned anything to you about it?" He didn't know if the medicine cat confided with his adoptive daughter on things like this.
