Tigerblossom sat up suddenly as her son's scent filled her nose.
Burningpaw? She meowed his name, purring. Was he done with his training? How was he? Her mind filled with worry, just like any other mothers' would. She sniffed the air again, flicking her tail. So maybe he wasn't there. Where was he? She shifted on her paws, digging her claws into the wet sod, closing her eyes as the mud colored her golden paws brown.
Burningpaw, are you there? Tigerblossom called, her orange eyes sparkling with deep love.
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