{$title} Hollowmumble brings prey to the loner queen, Plague, in the nursery.
The morning was quiet and misty, the low fog casting an air of stillness across the sprawling plains and Windclan camp. It had been raining all night, slowly lightening until it was barely a drizzle. Dewdrops dripped down blades of grass into puddles on the damp ground, the only sound in camp the rustle of grass as Hollowmumble moved to carefully get up from where she was sleeping, mournfully leaving behind the warm grass and gathered cats to head into the cold wet camp centere. She sat for a while, staring up at the sky as she slowly woke up, breathing in the sober air of the morning. Most of the clan were sleeping in, comfortable in their nests and curled around their loved ones.
A raindrop hit her nose, and dripped down the side of her muzzle. She sighed after a moment, chest heaving in the cool morning air before she shook her head. Standing and stretching slowly, she then shook the rainwater off of her pelt and turned to glance at the freshkill pile. It was fairly full, which was good, but as soon as cats started to awaken and eat, there wouldn't be much left. Walking closer, she leaned down to pick up a particularly fat woodrat that she knew would make a nice meal.
Turning again, she stalked over to the area that cats tended to refer to as the nursery, nowadays. Hollowmumble hesitated, an odd feeling in her chest and a shake in her paws, before she continued forward. Shifting the tall grass aside, she poked her head in, searching for a specific molly that had only showed up a few days ago. It was a good thing that she showed up here, so close to kitting as she was. The idea of more little kittens running around camp made her heart jump, a happiness that was bogged down by an invisible weight on her shoulder that she couldn't quite put words to.
Spotting the loner in her nest, she quietly approached, hesitantly setting down the woodrat. She took a second too long to be sure that her voice wouldn't sound odd when she eventually spoke, and mumbled a quiet, "Good morning. I, uh... I brought you some prey. How are you doing?"
A raindrop hit her nose, and dripped down the side of her muzzle. She sighed after a moment, chest heaving in the cool morning air before she shook her head. Standing and stretching slowly, she then shook the rainwater off of her pelt and turned to glance at the freshkill pile. It was fairly full, which was good, but as soon as cats started to awaken and eat, there wouldn't be much left. Walking closer, she leaned down to pick up a particularly fat woodrat that she knew would make a nice meal.
Turning again, she stalked over to the area that cats tended to refer to as the nursery, nowadays. Hollowmumble hesitated, an odd feeling in her chest and a shake in her paws, before she continued forward. Shifting the tall grass aside, she poked her head in, searching for a specific molly that had only showed up a few days ago. It was a good thing that she showed up here, so close to kitting as she was. The idea of more little kittens running around camp made her heart jump, a happiness that was bogged down by an invisible weight on her shoulder that she couldn't quite put words to.
Spotting the loner in her nest, she quietly approached, hesitantly setting down the woodrat. She took a second too long to be sure that her voice wouldn't sound odd when she eventually spoke, and mumbled a quiet, "Good morning. I, uh... I brought you some prey. How are you doing?"