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Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Dec 13, 2018 2:28:33 GMT -5
Brimmingberry had moved her nest to the medicine cats den as was expected off her since she had offered herself as the new medicine cat of EarthClan. She swore no queen would ever feel as helpless as she did when no cat had the knowledge to help her in her painful terrifying kitting. Her kits would grow up much closer to the medicine cats and their honorable way of life. Sure they would Be teased about their split clan origins but no cat should be ashamed of such a powerful bloodline. She would raise them to respect their father, Leatherstar, even if he didnt know they existed. He was Leader and they warranted respect in itself.
"Wake up sweeties its time to get some nourishment before mama need to head to work." she meowed nuzzling her kittens as they snoozed in a disheveled pile in her nest. They were about a moon and half old now and she couldnt believe how fast they were growing.
Walnutkit yawned wide and gave her mother a blurry eyed blink. "Is it morning already?" she murmured in complaint. Her little light brown pelt and green eyes resembling her father in an uncanny likeness.
Acornkit had given a soft whine and had nuzzled himself deeper into his mother's fur. The kit had been enjoying the dream he'd been having though he couldn't remember it clearly the feeling was still there. His eyes blearily opened as his sister spoke her words seemingly muffled to his tired ears. He squeezed his eyes shut and nuzzled deeper into Brimmingberry's fur, "Mmm tired" he sleepily mumbled. Unaware that his actions where nudging some of his littermates.
