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Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Feb 24, 2019 14:40:30 GMT -5
The white and she-cat with a ginger ring around her fluffy fox style tail waited patiently under the DayClan's white tree. She had given the patrol her message. She hadn't seen him in a moon. I broke her heart that he had chosen to return to his clan. Luckily they were not so far apart. She had intended to bury her feelings for a cat who did not accept her lifestyle or religion but whatever great being watched over them had chosen a different path for her. She was showing her pregnancy. Being a moon had passed since her pregnancy began and her small belly showed a small roundness to it. Her scent was warm and seemed to be covered in the suns warmth. She was glowing. She wanted desperately to share her joy with the tom who held her heart.
Soaringdawn trekked up the hill, his usual slim white build looked chubby and kittypet like from his winter white fur growing out thick for the weather. His orange ears perked up at the sight of her as he raced up the hill and skidded to a halt upon nearing her. Bits of snow came up in a array of silver and grey gracing the edges of Whitemagnolia's fur. He gave a sheepish grin, "Sorry," He apologized for accidentally covering her a bit in snow. His amethyst eyes widened at the sight of her belly. He excitedly smiled at her and was about to open his mouth when he immediately shut it. What if she wasn't pregnant and had gained a bit of weight? What if he got excited for nothing and ended up insulting her and she left him. It wasn't like he could chase after her if she decided she was mad at him. He smiled encouragingly at her with a nod. If she was pregnant she'd say it right? Right?
