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Despite the hard times the clan had been put through, things were getting better. They were growing, and prey was a little easier to come by, not entirely, but definitely easier. Violetstar had began to think of all the new members, and it made her smile. It was time to check on how the kits were coming along. Shaking out her coat the feline then began to make her way to the nursery. Once she came to the entrance she peaked inside.
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Feb 2, 2019 21:54:07 GMT -5
Meanderingwolf dipped her head to the violet eyed leader as she peered into the nursery that smelled of warm milk. Her tail wrapped around her small kits. "Greetings."
“Evening, Meaderingwolf.” The she-cat greeted her with a light smile. “How are the kits doing?” She asked softly, not wishing to wake them if they might be sleeping. She slowly made her way in, eyes shifting about the dimly lit den.
“Wonderful.” In truth, that’s what Violetstar liked to hear. That the kits of the clan were fairing well. They were the future of the clan, afterall. She gave a small smile, her feelings for the Queen were aside for the moment. Her eyes then shifted to the kits, wishing to observe them herself.
