Weepingwillow watched the Tom, grooming Emberkit, as the vole was placed at her paws she purred her thanks. "Oh! No it's perfectly fine, wonderful even. Thank you! I... I'm sorry were asking you so many favors, but if you don't mind. Could you keep Emberkit busy while I eat? If not he'll try and eat with me." Weepingwillow asked, her tone kind, genuine, though a bit playful as it was just her personality. She blinked across the clearing to Nightwhisper, his gaze filled with fear and hopefulness all in one. Weepingwillow blinked, her one blink having so much emotions and truthful meaning. Weepingwillow let Emberkit crawl out of the nest as she settled down to eat. "The lockdown's not your fault, hold your head up high." Weepingwillow soothed the warrior kindly.
Emberkit looked up to the warrior, "Hi." He mewed
Acornfall felt a little better at the queen's words, smiling softly back at her. He brightened again when asked to watch Emberkit, letting out a deep and rumbling purr. "Of course!" He purred. "It's no trouble at all, I love kits!" He turned to Emberkit as the little tom-kit, still purring.
"Hello young one!" Acornfall mewed. "I don't suppose you'd want to play a game with an old scrap like me?" As he invited the kit to play, he crouched down as though begging. His tail waving in the air as he wriggled his haunches.
IN A DREAM YOU SAW A WAY TO SURVIVE
AND YOU WERE FULL OF JOY
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GOLDENPAW . 6 MOONS . HE/SHE/THEY . THUNDERCLAN
Goldenpaw flounces after the rest.
"I always feel too bad eatin' magpies. They're so pretty...I hope if I ever run inta somethin' that eats cats it'll pass me up 'cause I'm a cutie. Prob'ly not, but, that's how I feel. About magpies, I mean. An' jays, too. Robins are whatever, I'll eat up a robin no problem. Price of bein' plain." They rattle off, not really making any effort to root around for prey until they know everyone else has gotten something. They give up the rambling for a moment just to watch Alpinepaw carefully dig up a quail.
"'N quail are alright, too. Kinda silly lookin' things, but flavor's good anyhow. You a quail fan, Alpinepaw?" She asks, keeping her tone light. Alpinepaw seems quiet, shy maybe, so Goldenpaw doesn't want to press too hard or make her feel weird. She also doesn't want to straight up ignore the she-cat, either, though; hence the quail question. In an effort not to suffocate Alpinepaw under a looong stare, Goldenpaw plants her sights on Stormpaw, who's got a squirrel pried up from the pile.
"Oh, hey, I can steal a bite or two if your tummy's not big enough for all that. Gotchu."
Re: ThunderClan Clearing
