Poppystep | Warrior Queen | She-cat | 18 moons
Tagged: Eelpaw, Fawnpaw, Buttercuppetal
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Poppystep nearly winced at Fawnpaw's words, and she sensed her eartips growing bright red with embarrassment. She always tried to walk about camp and get her meals when everyone was either asleep or out of camp doing something, so no one saw her ungaingly waddling. The weight-gain embarrassed her greatly, and while she knew the kits would be worth it, she couldn't help but feel as though everycat was judging and mocking her behind her back. The rest of Fawnpaw's words didn't really register very well, with the blood roaring through her ears from her mortification, and she felt herself growing more and more self-conscious as more eyes landed on her when Buttercuppetal entered the nursery.
She settled her head back down in her nest, longing to cover her face with her paws. And she had even dragged Owlpaw down with her, though it sounded as though he might have a chance of getting out of camp, so she was glad for that. She had always been like this, a tad too sensitive and very low on self-esteem, but the pregnancy was by no means improving those two things.
She didn't want to make the medicine cat apprentice feel bad or judge her, or to make the other cats uncomfortable, so she looked up and smiled gently. "Of course." She murmured softly but understandingly, despite not entirely agreeing with the reasoning provided, she didn't want to insult the young she-cat further. Her gaze flickered to Buttercuppetal as they spoke, and she furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. Was the poor apprentice meant to be exercising every second of the day? Surely he had breaks for breakfast...
She put her concern to the side momentarily at the pale cat's question, and she was relieved to completely change the subject, her embarrassment and discomfort fading slightly. "Muscle aches as usual from the weight." She said, still softly but a bit stronger now as she gave the medicine cat a smile. "Other than that, not much, no." She said, assuming he didn't need to know about the tiny thorn she had plucked from her paw the night before. That was highly unlikely to affect the kits. "They're due in the next moon, right?" She asked, hopeful. She couldn't wait to be cradling three tiny, wriggling bodies to her side. She asked StarClan every night that they watch over the lives of her kits, but she knew there was always the possibility of a birthing going wrong. She hoped desperately that all of her children would be tumbling about the nursery in two moons, but she knew the harm that could come from relying on it.
Tagged: Eelpaw, Fawnpaw, Buttercuppetal
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Poppystep nearly winced at Fawnpaw's words, and she sensed her eartips growing bright red with embarrassment. She always tried to walk about camp and get her meals when everyone was either asleep or out of camp doing something, so no one saw her ungaingly waddling. The weight-gain embarrassed her greatly, and while she knew the kits would be worth it, she couldn't help but feel as though everycat was judging and mocking her behind her back. The rest of Fawnpaw's words didn't really register very well, with the blood roaring through her ears from her mortification, and she felt herself growing more and more self-conscious as more eyes landed on her when Buttercuppetal entered the nursery.
She settled her head back down in her nest, longing to cover her face with her paws. And she had even dragged Owlpaw down with her, though it sounded as though he might have a chance of getting out of camp, so she was glad for that. She had always been like this, a tad too sensitive and very low on self-esteem, but the pregnancy was by no means improving those two things.
She didn't want to make the medicine cat apprentice feel bad or judge her, or to make the other cats uncomfortable, so she looked up and smiled gently. "Of course." She murmured softly but understandingly, despite not entirely agreeing with the reasoning provided, she didn't want to insult the young she-cat further. Her gaze flickered to Buttercuppetal as they spoke, and she furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. Was the poor apprentice meant to be exercising every second of the day? Surely he had breaks for breakfast...
She put her concern to the side momentarily at the pale cat's question, and she was relieved to completely change the subject, her embarrassment and discomfort fading slightly. "Muscle aches as usual from the weight." She said, still softly but a bit stronger now as she gave the medicine cat a smile. "Other than that, not much, no." She said, assuming he didn't need to know about the tiny thorn she had plucked from her paw the night before. That was highly unlikely to affect the kits. "They're due in the next moon, right?" She asked, hopeful. She couldn't wait to be cradling three tiny, wriggling bodies to her side. She asked StarClan every night that they watch over the lives of her kits, but she knew there was always the possibility of a birthing going wrong. She hoped desperately that all of her children would be tumbling about the nursery in two moons, but she knew the harm that could come from relying on it.
