Post by willowflower on May 20, 2020 16:22:48 GMT -5
Creekwatcher, with 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ
A rough bark of a laugh left her throat. "Oh, give yourself some credit, Flamehowl," she said, "you are one very interesting cat."
She then tucked into her meal, humming to herself. "Hollywing is one loud snorer, 'mm?" she said conversationally, amused. "I remember my first time in the warrior's den - my denmate Brackenleap snored up a storm! He would kick and twist and turn and I lay there thinking, 'oh stars! is this to be my nights from here on out?' I was ready to stuff a pawful of moss in his mouth, let me tell you." Creekwatcher chortled at this. "If he kicked me, I'd kick him right back - roll out of his nest onto mine, I'd shove him right back. Somehow through all that, that noisy tom never woke up! It was driving me crazy - I'd go to sleep as early as I could in hopes of falling asleep before he did. Turns out, the best way to shut him up was flopping right on top of him. Have something to cuddle, he'd sleep like a kit through the night."
She shook her head fondly. "When he asked me to be his mate it wasn't a big romantic gesture. Just a... revelation, like something clicking. I asked 'why?' and he said, 'why not?' Why not indeed." Creekwatcher sighed. "Then he had to go off and die in the war. Sad, that." Her gaze flickered over to Flamehowl. "Many sad things happened then." She took a thoughtful bite. "When you grow as old as me, hope you don't find you've outlived everyone." Then, she looked back at him as if just remembering something. "But you've got a family on the way, don't you? How's that mate of yours? She must be ready to pop anytime now."
A rough bark of a laugh left her throat. "Oh, give yourself some credit, Flamehowl," she said, "you are one very interesting cat."
She then tucked into her meal, humming to herself. "Hollywing is one loud snorer, 'mm?" she said conversationally, amused. "I remember my first time in the warrior's den - my denmate Brackenleap snored up a storm! He would kick and twist and turn and I lay there thinking, 'oh stars! is this to be my nights from here on out?' I was ready to stuff a pawful of moss in his mouth, let me tell you." Creekwatcher chortled at this. "If he kicked me, I'd kick him right back - roll out of his nest onto mine, I'd shove him right back. Somehow through all that, that noisy tom never woke up! It was driving me crazy - I'd go to sleep as early as I could in hopes of falling asleep before he did. Turns out, the best way to shut him up was flopping right on top of him. Have something to cuddle, he'd sleep like a kit through the night."
She shook her head fondly. "When he asked me to be his mate it wasn't a big romantic gesture. Just a... revelation, like something clicking. I asked 'why?' and he said, 'why not?' Why not indeed." Creekwatcher sighed. "Then he had to go off and die in the war. Sad, that." Her gaze flickered over to Flamehowl. "Many sad things happened then." She took a thoughtful bite. "When you grow as old as me, hope you don't find you've outlived everyone." Then, she looked back at him as if just remembering something. "But you've got a family on the way, don't you? How's that mate of yours? She must be ready to pop anytime now."
