Post by Sand on Jul 17, 2024 10:04:23 GMT -5
Hearing Marshclaw's call, Alderberry padded out of the nursery, wondering what Marshclaw wanted. Wasn't it Seastar's duty to call clan meetings? The fluffy dilute calico stared ahead warily, unsure of the deputy's intentions. She wasn't so sure that she wanted her kits to see his plans unfold either.
Scorchdawn, who had been tasked with refreshing bedding in the nursery, stopped before Alderberry. "What does he want now? It's not like he's Seastar," he meowed, mostly to himself. He glanced at the queen, as if he were looking for a response.
"I don't know, Scorchdawn," Alderberry finally replied as she took a seat in front of the nursery. If her kits chose to tumble out of the den, she was ready to send them back inside.
"It better be something positive 'cause I'm tired of Seastar's laziness," Scorchdawn remarked to the dilute calico.
Alderberry gave the ginger and white tabby a stern look before he rolled his eyes at her. "Seastar isn't lazy, he's sick," she corrected him.
"You're no fun, Alderberry."
Coconutfur sat at the front of the growing crowd, her brown-amber eyes glinting with amusement. Whatever Marshclaw had to announce better be worth her time. Not far from her sat Gullspeckle, who had been chatting with Splashwing. The two toms turned their heads, glancing at the dark tabby tom on Leader's Rock.
Only Coconutfur spoke to whoever would hear from her. "What does he have in mind?" she asked, not to any cat in particular.
Splashwing let out a scoff, rolling his green eyes at the brown and white she-cat. He wasn't going to entertain Coconutfur with a response; she could find amusement elsewhere.
