Sharing bonds

[Estelle]

It had been some time since they last spoke. She hadn’t laid her eyes on Miss Grandmama and shared a personal few words since gaining the status of warrior and enforcer, not counting the enforcer meeting. And truthfully, she missed her. Sleepysunrise was well accustomed to missing her mama for lengthy periods on end, much as it broke her heart, though it was minutely different with her grandmother; spending time training at the feline’s side, observing and analysing her every move and tactic, having spent time sharing a den with whom she admired as much – she wanted to see her Miss Grandmama again.

And now, too, something seemed to be changing about Miss Grandmama. She had been growing visibly rounder (not that she would say as much, Sleepysunrise seemed to be blind to the cause), and her mood appeared awfully sour. Perhaps it was the time she had spent with Bleedingpaw and Birdpaw rubbing off on her, but a part of her wanted to see her grandmother in a better mood… However better it could get. And much like with mama, you gained little of her time if you didn’t seek her out first. So, that is what Sleepysunrise opted to do today.

She had walked on quiet paws to the den Miss Grandmama called her home, peering into the dimly lit light, rather certain her grandmother was inside based on the few wayward sounds she thought to hear from inside – but no seeming meeting going on.
“Miss Grandmama. May I enter?”
She spoke, awaiting her necessary permission before ducking her head and entering the den, greeting Dawnstar with a light nod as she stood to face her. She knew Miss Grandmama ought to not appreciate any dilly dallying, and yet Sleepysunrise was left with a stark lack a words.

“...How have you been?”
She began, first and foremost, reminiscent of the manners she held to such importance. Asking how she was doing; watching her grandmother with a trained eye, noting the evident changes in her appearance and lingering on her own words for a few moments.
“I wanted… To see you. I missed you.”
The very words surprised Sleepysunrise coming from her own mouth, not expecting such honesty in the wake of her… Unceremonious passing out upon gaining her name, a memory that still left a bitter taste.

“I thought… If you had time. We could play that game.”
The memory replayed in her mind, wanting to play her first game with Miss Grandmama, the leader having indulged the idea when she was a kit – would she still now?
“Nightshiver told me of one. One cat hides, the other seeks them; by scent only.”
Perhaps that would be a decent change of pace; a practice for her own tracking skills all the while enjoying time with Miss Grandmama, lest should the leader prefer a different activity – Sleepysunrise, by all means, was not difficult in that regard.


[ @Undertaker - Couldn't quite figure it out between a private or public thread, but considering my track record, I figured this would be less difficult for me to accidentally lose ]