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Originally Posted by Bloody Bandit
Thrushwing watched as his kits huddled together warmth. Leaf-bare was close, he new that. The leaves were starting to lose their beautiful colors and wilt away. Turning brown and black as holes grow bigger inside them and tear up. He looked back to see the outside, his nose twitching to take in the dying Autumn scents. Morningblue was there, waving his tail to catch his attention and call him forth. Thrushwing looked back at Jaystorm, it seemed that was going to fall asleep. Nursing kits and having to hear their cries and mews must have been tiring. Deciding to leave her alone so she could get some rest, he gave a lick between the ears of his mate and stalked out of the nursery. Thrushwing sat beside Morningblue, picking a crow from the pile. He took some of the feathers while holding the bird down with his arms, pulling out the feathers from the skin and flesh. Spitting them out, he looked at Morningblue straight in the eye. "You wanted to speak to me?" |
Morningblue gave a shallow nod. The other tom struck him as rather terse, but it didn't bother him. They didn't have to be friendly, and he was alright by Morningblue's standard so long as he treated his sister right. "How are you fairing after the gathering?" he asked simply. Wheatfur's death had been very bad news for any Thunderclan cat that had come away from the fight with major injuries. He had been lucky to fight a cat who almost seemed like he hadn't wanted to be there, but he had no idea what the battle had been like for Thrushwing.