"Mom" [Private]

[Estelle]

[ Figured a private thread would be easier since he'll be getting his warrior name! ]

It was a rather calm day, he hadn't seen Deweyes in a little bit wether it was for training or just day to day clan life. Where could she be? He wondered, but that wasn't of the matter right now, she was probably fine. And he was going to see someone else in the given moment. With a mouse from the fresh kill pile, Gingerpaw carefully stepped into the nursery. His gaze automatically drifted to the still empty old nest he had kept anyone from setting even a paw in for several moons. It still.. Smelled like them, just a little. That was why. But he hadn't come here to dwell on that, he had come to see someone he spotted rather quickly as well: "Flyfur" he meowed in his usual mutter as he approached the queen, also known as his adoptive mother. Well.. If he could still call her his mother; she had her own kits now, did it maybe mean he was no longer her son? As much as he disliked the thought, Gingerpaw tried pushing it away. He dropped the mouse and nudged it her way as he sat down at a respectable distance- he didn't want to intrude. "Congratulations on the kittens," he started "..how- how have you been?" the tom looked back at the molly. Hopefully he wasn't bothering her, he just wanted to see her as it had been a little bit since they last spoke.

@Rainquail

[Abyssopelagic]

Flyfur had scented Gingerpaw come in before he spoke to her, due to his slight lingering at.... that nest. She still kept it unoccupied for him, since he hadn't asked her to stop.
She turned to face her son, one of several and gave him a big, bright, and genuine smile.
"Hello, dear. I- thank you. I didn't think I'd have this many in one litter."
She noticed his distance and felt dejected almost. Did he not want her care anymore? He was almost a warrior and was certainly half way through his assessment. It wasn't like he needed her, but it felt nice to be able to see him from time to time anyway.
Her childish fears aside, she realized he was more likely feeling that since she had new kits and he was almost a warrior, that perhaps she didn't want him anymore. But you didn't outgrow family.
"You can come closer. I still love you, you can't outgrow that, if anything."

@Estelle

[Estelle]

Gingerpaw kept his presence quiet, almost unnoticed if anything, that is until Flyfur spoke. he looked back at her and dipped his head in response, moving closer to the molly. She was right, one didn't out-grow family, even if you're adopted. It was almost comforting just being with her. He took a breath of the nursery scent, then looked back at his mother. "how is it, to be back in the nursery?" he eventually questioned slowly. Gingerpaw hadn't exactly come with anything specific to talk about truthfully, he had just wanted to see his mother and speak about anything. And quite frankly a baby visit had been due as well. "It seems these kits still don't know how to be quiet for even oa short moment" Gingerpaw commented in his usual mutter. Should he be surprised though? Probably not, they were kits. And the much to loud kits was probably never going to leave.

@Rainquail

[Abyssopelagic]

Flyfur murred as she thought of how to answer him.
"I tried to stay out of the nursery as long as I could, but once I did, I was.... supported. I hadn't been my first pregnancy. It was a nice change, though."
And then she was abandoned the moment she had the kits, but she wasn't gonna talk about that. That was a can of worms best left unopened.
"How have you been doing? Have you made any friends?"
@Estelle

[Estelle]

Gingerpaw nodded as Flyfur spoke, assuming it meant things were going alright as well, when suddenly it seemed everyone decided to question his making of friends lately-- well, the only other cat that had bothered to ask was Lotusheart, but that was pretty much everyone for him considering he didn't speak to many outside of them. "I've been fine," he answered, deciding to stay out of the not having seen Deweyes around much matter.
Gingerpaw shrugged to the second question, basically meaning a no "I suppose you could count Lotusheart," they had been friends since they were kits now actually, "maybe Sparrowskip" the tom who usually managed to put up a decent battle-- and that was about it when it came to what he called acceptable presences. And quite frankly his lack of interactions with others didn't bother him at all, he preferred to keep things calm anyway and a lot of loud friends weren't going to help in that.

@Rainquail