Post by Riley on Nov 15, 2024 7:51:35 GMT
It was leaf-fall in the forest. The leaves were falling from the trees, dry and brittle and crunchy underpaw. When she'd been young, Pinewhisker had found joy in those dead leaves, pouncing on them and throwing them into the air.
Now that she was older, Pinewhisker associated them with difficult hunting and increasingly cold nights. It was the worst possible time for one to fall pregnant. Yet, here she was. Laying in front of the nursery, sides only just rounding out but still too big to comfortable move about.
For a cat named after her hunting skills, not being able to hunt when it was NEEDED was torture. And her Clanmates must have known or seen the sour look on her face, because all of them were going out of their way to avoid the grumpy looking queen.
Pinewhisker allowed her eyes to drift shut, hoping that would help her relax. It did not. The only thing it did was apparently invite somebody to approach her. "Unless you have fresh-kill or a death wish, walk away now." she mewed, not opening her eyes.
Now that she was older, Pinewhisker associated them with difficult hunting and increasingly cold nights. It was the worst possible time for one to fall pregnant. Yet, here she was. Laying in front of the nursery, sides only just rounding out but still too big to comfortable move about.
For a cat named after her hunting skills, not being able to hunt when it was NEEDED was torture. And her Clanmates must have known or seen the sour look on her face, because all of them were going out of their way to avoid the grumpy looking queen.
Pinewhisker allowed her eyes to drift shut, hoping that would help her relax. It did not. The only thing it did was apparently invite somebody to approach her. "Unless you have fresh-kill or a death wish, walk away now." she mewed, not opening her eyes.