Nature is So [Open]

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Cinderfeather

Age: 40 moons| Tags:

Someday you’ll know, that nature is so

Cinderfeather sighed heavily as she stood outside of the nursery, head tilted upwards at the sky. The permanent queen had once again lost a kit, although this time she had somewhat been prepared for it. She knew that Petalkit would most likely die early- she could barely defend herself after all- but it still hurt that it was so soon. ‘Well, at least she’s with her mother...’ she thought before she sighed again and looked down at her paws. She felt horrible about it, but she was growing numb to the pain. She had lost her best friend, Blizzardblossom, her second born son, Ryekit, her first born son, Stormkit, and now one of her foster kits, Petalkit.

Shaking her head, the gray and white patched she cat pushed herself to her paws and walked over to the fresh kill pile, knowing that she had to eat despite not being hungry. It was horrible that she was so used to grief, but there was nothing she could do. Cats would always die giving birth, kits would always wander away and be snatched by a fox, kits would always be prey for hawks, and kits would always escape camp. It was just how life was.

Still, Cinderfeather couldn’t help but wish that she could raise just one litter where all the kits made it to their apprenticeship unscathed, and while she did feel guilty when she thought like this, she wanted to have a second litter. She wanted to do better with them. She wanted them to grow up in a loving family. ‘I bet Oaktalon would be the kind of dad who spends every free second he has in the nursery...’ she thought as she bent down and picked up a scrawny mouse. She took a few steps away before she froze.

‘Where in the world did that thought come from?!’ She thought as a shocked expression darted across her face. She could feel her ears start to heat up slightly as she realized that she had been thinking of Oaktalon as a father- right after she had been thinking about how much she’d love to raise a litter with a tom she loved no less! ‘Calm down, Cinderfeather. He’s the tom that you’re closest with, so it would make sense for your mind to go to him. It means nothing. It’s just an innocent thought!’

Cinderfeather shook her head as she leaned down to take a bite of what could barely be classified as prey, but she froze as a certain voice hit her ears. She looked up, and her eyes fell upon Oaktalon. He was obviously doing something, probably something relating to being deputy, so she wasn’t going to go bother him. However, she did sigh softly and smile softly at him. While it wasn’t exactly a love struck look, if one looked close enough, they would be able to tell that the permanent queen was rather fond of the deputy.

word count: 500 words | notes: please throw cats at her! You can either bring up the death of the foster kit of the fact that Oak and Cinder have been talking quite a bit. Also- please try to reach at least 300 words!

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Stormdapple

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@silverfire12,

- heart made of glass, my mind of stone -

Stormdapple walked in through the camp entrance, a mouse clamped between her teeth. She had woken up rather early and gone out to hunt, and had brought back three pieces. This was her third trip out, and she dropped it in the fresh-kill pile. She sighed, proud of herself for finding three pieces of prey, even if they were so small.

The gray tabby looked up, and her gaze landed on Cinderfeather. Stormdapple's whole face lit up; she'd been so busy being a warrior, she hadn't even talked to Cinderfeather in a long time. She opened her mouth, about to call out to her, when she noticed Cinderfeather seemed rather distracted.

Stormdapple squinted, head tilting curiously, and she followed her line of sight, right to... Oaktalon. A mischievous smirk appeared on her face. She knew there was something going on there! Cinderfeather was just too obvious - well, perhaps not too obvious, but Stormdapple knew Cinderfeather. And that look seemed a tad bit too fond to Stormdapple to just be friendly affection. She cleared her throat, and ambled over to Cinderfeather, plopping down next to her.

"Hey, Cinderfeather," she said, innocently enough. The twinkle in her eyes was easy to see though, and you could tell she was up to something. "How have you been?"

word count: 244 words | notes: haven't had a thread between these two in ages

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Cinderfeathet

Age: 40 moons| Tags: Zesty

Someday you’ll know, that nature is so

Cinderfeather jumped in surprise as someone lie down down next to her. She quickly tore her gaze away from Oaktalon, ignoring the way her ears heated up as she looked at who had laid down next to her. A large smile formed on her face as she looked at who could probably classify as the first cat she ever adopted. “Stormdapple!” She purred loudly as she nuzzled her adopted daughter/former apprentice happily. “It’s been too long since we’ve been able to just talk,” she said before she noticed something. Frowning, her eyes went straight to Stormdapple’s head. Head fur to be specific.

“Stay still,” she commanded, and before Stormdapple could react, she pinned her down. With strength that one would not expect from a permanent queen, she held her former apprentice down and started grooming her fur. It wasn’t horribly messy, but the gray and white patched permanent queen thought it was too messy, and, well, if she thought a cat she cared deeply about looked messy, she would never hesitate to pin them down so that she could groom them. “Just because you’re no longer my apprentice doesn’t make it so I want you to look good,” she said.

Eventually, Cinderfeather finished her grooming/torture session, and she got off of Stormdapple. “There we go!” She said with a happy nod. “You look absolutely beautiful now,” she said before her gaze drifted back over to Oaktalon. Her paws twitched as she internally debated on weather or not she should go and groom him as well, but she eventually shook her head and just went back to having a soft smile on her face. Glancing back at Stormdapple, the she cat had a bit of trouble keeping her eyes from drifting towards the deputy.

“So, how have you been recently?”

word count: 307 words | notes

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Stormdapple

@silverfire12

- heart made of glass, my mind of stone -

Stormdapple let out a purr of delight as Cinderfeather welcomed her. "I know right!" She laughed, head tilting slightly when she noticed Cinderfeather frown at her. Before she could even register what Cinderfeather was doing, Stormdapple found herself being pinned down and given a thorough clean.

"Hey!" Stormdapple complained, in a whining tone similar to the one she used frequently as an apprentice whenever Cinderfeather took it upon herself to groom her. "Cinderfeather, come on! I'm a grown warrior!" She peered around, hoping nobody caught sight of how Stormdapple had such an affection for Cinderfeather that she'd let the older molly groom her in plain sight.

"Okay, okay, that's enough, thanks," Stormdapple grumbled, although her eyes sparkled good-naturedly. She let out a chuckle at Cinderfeather's compliments, and her interest piqued when she noticed Cinderfeather's gaze flitting quickly over to Oaktalon. Now, Stormdapple wasn't exactly an expert on affectionate gazes, but she knew Cinderfeather, and she hadn't ever seen Cinderfeather look at a tom like that.

"Oh, I've been fine. You know, just a little busy." Stormdapple said with amusement. She noticed how Cinderfeather seemed to have some trouble keeping her gaze on Stormdapple, who was right in front of her. "Something interesting going on over there, Cinderfeather?" She said innocently, turning to look at Oaktalon.

word count: 235 | notes: xx

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Cinderfeathet

Age: 40 moons| Tags: Zesty

Someday you’ll know, that nature is so

Cinderfeather snorted as she flicked her tail and looked at Stormdapple, a teasing grin on the molly’s face. “Well, you may be a grown warrior, but that doesn’t mean you can just not groom yourself,” she said before a softer look formed on her face and she nuzzled her former apprentice/daughter figure. “Besides, it’s my job to help care for kits- and you, my child, are still a kit in my eyes,” she said with a smile. She left out the obvious “my kit” from her sentence, as she wasn’t exactly sure as to how the gray tabby would react.

“Mm, you can say that again,” she said when Stormdapple mentioned she had been busy recently. “There are so many kits in the nursery... it’s insane,” she said as she pictured the dozens of kits that were currently in the nursery. “I swear, I’m on my paws more as a permanent queen than when I was a warrior,” she said before gazing at the nursery with a fond smile. “I still love my job though. Taking care of kits and watching them grow up is the best reward,” she said as she curled her tail around her paws.

As Cinderfeather’s gaze once again turned to Oaktalon, the gray and white patched she cat could feel her face heating up as Stormdapple asked is there was anything interesting going on. “N-not really, I’m just curious as to what Oaktalon is doing,” she said, voice cracking at the beginning as her ears pinned back. “He’s one of my friends, it’s only natural that I’m curious as to what he’s up to,” she said as she turned and looked at Stormdapple. Her tail tip twitched as she forced herself to believe her lie. It wasn’t like she was in love with him.

word count: 314 words | notes

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