Ｄａｒｋｃｌａｎ {Ｓｅｍｉ-Ｌｉｔ} Ａｃｃｅｐｔｉｎｇ

[EO+RS]

Sunshine was silent for a moment, then mewed "Please try not to die. I would miss you a lot." She rubbed her cheek against his.

Cherrykit, who had been napping but had woken up, blinked open her eyes and looked around, trying to decide where she would explore next.

[squirelife]

"Do... do you want kits... of... of our own?" he asked hesitantly.

Silverstorm paused her stomach tugged and she almost thought she just imagined him saying that. "K-kits of our own?" she looked at Blackhaze and realized she wasn't dreaming. He really said that. Silverstrorm smiled and glanced down at the ground. "I would love to but...only if you would want to."

[EO+RS]

"I do! I would love to have kits with you." Purred Blackhaze, nuzzling Silverstorm. "I just wanted to make sure that it was okay with you..." He licked her cheek affectionately.

[squirelife]

"Of course it is! I-I've been thinking about it actually..." Silverstorm admitted. She nuzzled him back happily.

[despairz]

Flintbreeze smiles and nods, "I won't." He promises.

Brokenstar shakes his head,"No. You will mentor one of Sunshine's kits." He murmurs. "Or Raccoonpaw or Eaglepaw." He says.

[sylveonite]

{ Greystar, Gingerfrost hasn't had any and hasn't mated. }

Redkit yawned but didn't want to sleep. He stood and stepped closer to Honeyleaf.

[GrayStar51]

{Sorry, I wasn't sure who had kits}

[despairz]

"You see this? Its what will bring down your fever. And, this is Catmint. Catmint will help your Greencough go away, and the Feverfew will bring down your fever." She tells him.

[GrayStar51]

BʟᴜᴇWɪɴɢ
❝ Bᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ ɪs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ Eʏᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ Bᴇʜᴏʟᴅᴇʀ.❞
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The she cat flicked her tail in satisfaction. "Good to know, thank you." She purred, bowing her head in respect before backing up to exit the den. She emerged from the drafty den, into the warm sunlight. She sat outside, her fur gleaming silver in the light. Her blue eyes searched for something productive to do. The fresh-kill pile was nearly full, well stocked for today. Perhaps a patrol? She looked around for some company to her patrol, or to join one that was forming. But everyone else seemed busy, the nursery seemed to be the source of the hustle, with cats running in with supplies, and out with orders for more. She smiled, more so at the frantic state of new mothers.

[despairz]

Brokenstar nods to her.

(Sundapple, Raccoonpaw, and Eaglepaw are open for a patrol.)