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Suspiciousmindz
Hawkcry yawned and wrapped her tail around her rounded belly. The she-cat knew that she was due any day and it scared her. She pushed the thought away and tucked her paws under her chest, her fur fluffing up as a breeze caught her off guard. Glancing around, she saw that there were no holes in the den and huffed, dragging her nest to the part of the den furthest from the entrance. She flicked her tail tip lazily as she carefully laid down in the nest, her ears perked. The molly had put off moving into the nursery until the last moment, wanting to help any way she could. She had been slower in hunting and hardly caught anything which had upset her. The she-cat let out a soft hiss and sat up, grooming her pelt, her amber gaze flicking toward the opening of the den but she turned her eyes to her paw which she brought up to her mouth. As she rasped her pink tongue over her paw the dark pelted molly growled in disgust, wondering when the last time had been that she'd groomed herself.