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Originally Posted by Dovekit12
Owltail walked over to her mate Fernglow after getting some fresh kill. "Hi Fernglow." She said sitting down.
@ Mayflower |
"Hello Owltail," he said in his usual rumbling voice. He rubbed his cheek against his mate's affectionately, a purr in his throat. His brown paws quickly grabbed a mouse from the pile, but his one good eye kept switching focus- mate's face, mate's stomach, mate's face, mate's stomach- as if it was a clockwork thing he did every day. Which he did, since he was a worrywart.
"How are you doing? Has Caliapaw said anything bad about the kits or you?" Fernglow couldn't help himself, it was just an instinct to ask a million questions at once about their unborn kits and his mate. It was natural.