Dovecoo lounged in the clearing, dozing peacefully in the shade. Her eyes were closed, but her consciousness was still present. She may not have had her ears perked, but she was aware of her surroundings. Unlike Honeythistle, Dovecoo didn’t have anyone or anything to worry about, so she didn’t need to remain vigilant. She simply wasn’t tired enough to fully sleep. The warm buzz of clan life reminded Dovecoo of the cats around her and kept her from feeling lonely, despite the fact that she was by herself. When she thought about how she was alone at the moment, a few of her whirlwind wondering s turned to Honeythistle’s location. She wanted to know where the large silver tom was. Dovecoo hadn’t seen her mate all day, and wondered if he was with another of his mates. She hoped that he wasn’t, not out of jealousy, but because she had something she needed to share with him. Dovecoo had been feeling far more tired and lazy lately and her appetite that had once been as picky as a little bird had become ravenous. She seemed to be putting on weight too. Wondering why she felt so odd, Dovecoo had visited the medicine den and learned some shocking news. She knew Honeythistle had to be informed and the reminder made her sit up and search around the clearing for the familiar shape of Honeythistle.
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