✞ SoulClan -=- Accepting ✞

[majora.]

She nodded gently, nudging the two bundles of fur with her nose, the kits sticking their heads up quickly and screeching tiny mewls. Fangkit glanced around with his blind, closed eyes, ears flicking around quickly, the tiny tom seeming to have observed the entire den, staring directly up at Cicadawing now.

[ocean,]

Glancing towards Littlesheep, Creektail blushed in amusement. "Oh, please. He couldn't even begin to win me." Purring in amusement, the she-cat giggled under her breath.

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Emerging from his den, the black-and-white hued tom paced slowly back and forth around the entrance. Once satisfied with the location, Smokeystar sat down, his fur practically allowing him to be some-what hidden in the snow. Keeping to himself thoughts of his clan and clan-mates drifted into focus, /Leaf-bare, heh, how great. Hopefully Iceflower will be fine and the kits will, as well../ Dropping his head towards the terrain, his eyes stared blankly into the snow.

[majora.]

Nettleburr snorted, his tortoiseshell fur bristling. AM I that unattractive? He thought with a grunt, but just rolled his eyes at the two conversating she-cats.

-=-

Foxtuft lumped towards Smokystar after sleeping, his same, swampy green eyes as the leader's gazing tiredly. "She. Cats. Are. A. Pain." He mumbled, slumping beside his secret father.

[MoshiMoshi~]

Cicadawing touched noses with Fangkit, not at all fazed by his physical features, "You may get mad at me for asking this. But why didn't Iceflower let me see them? Or her for that matter."

-=-

Littlesheep chuckled, looking up at her, "I dunno, it's not every day you get a tom to fall for you."

[majora.]

Fangkit sniffled, then sneezed, Softwillow chuckling. "Well, it wasn't anything personal, she was in extreme pain, especially because these kits were premature." She said, her muzzle pointing to them. "And adding that her extensive coughs put her in more pain than she needed." Softwillow added. "So, that's pretty much it." She said. Fangkit had stumbled to her paws, his fluffy white pelt sticking up like teeth, clumped together, one of his fangs sticking from his mouth.

[ocean,]

Smokeystar lifted his head and huffed to Foxturf. "They are, but they're also an amazing guide-- Even if they can pull your tail too much," Letting a smirk grow across his maw, his ears flickered as her over-heard the other's conversation. "What do you think of that, Nettleberry and Creektail? Interesting match, am I right?"

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Creektail continued to blush before glancing at Nettleburr. "I suppose you're right there, Little." Prodding Nettle on his shoulder blades, Creek teased him repeatedly. Turning her head to Littlesheep, she blinked before sneezing. "E-excuse me," The tabby stuttered, too embarrassed to speak correctly, before tilting her head slightly.

[majora.]

Foxtuft let his tired gaze drag over to the cats, watching Creektail jab at his shoulders. "I guess so. Don't see two cats like them too often." He purred, flicking an ear. "I guess it's good that cats are getting along, especially during leaf-bare. Last time ctas killed over prey..." He thought with a saddened gulp.

-=-

Nettleburr snorted in amusement, looking up and jabbing her face with a paw.

[MoshiMoshi~]

Cicadawing sighed, "Okay. At least I know she's not mad at me. But, why haven't you treated her? Isn't that was medicines cats are meant for?"

-=-

Littlesheep twitched her ears, "So, anyways, I need to go and uh... do something." She quickly trotted away and out of the camp through the entrance, but with an ominous haste.

[majora.]

Softwillow's eyes suddenly fluttered with fear. "B-But I am treating her... A-am I not a good enough medicine cat?" SHe asked, shrinking, her eyes wide, fading into a pale white as if she were dead.

-=-

Nettleburr blinked, watching her tiny legs scurry off. "Alrighty then." He said, stifling a yawn.

[ocean,]

Creektail's fur began to bristle as his paw pushed up into her face. "Hpmh." She said simply before biting it gently. "Don't stick your paws in my face, unless you want to lose it!" Trying to be intimidating, her voice squeaked causing her to sound like a kit. Giggling some more, Creek sat down and shot him a cute look.

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Smoky continued to watch Nettle and Creek. "It is, the last thing is a repeat of last leaf-bare. Maybe we'll be lucky enough to get a new set of mouths to feed by New-leaf." Cutting Foxturf a glance, he chuckled and moved his tail to his fore-paws. Circling around them, he examined the snow closer. "Snow isn't as bad, though, that's a good sign."