Come on, come on
We can go away
We can go away
.
Even though she had asked, Dewshine finds herself hesitating at Serpentberry's den-or rather, her patient's den now? The green eyed molly hardly slept there, if at all, now.
Stepping past the threshold, Serpent was thankfully there. Organizing the herbs the others had brought in. Dewshine's ears flatten for a moment. Herbs that had needed to be used immediately. "Serpent..? Are you free for a moment..?"
She waits for an acknowledgement before moving to sit beside the other, tucking her paws neatly under herself. Orange eyes briefly studied the herbs before her, squinting as if doing so would reveal their secrets and uses. She was no medicine cat.
"...I learned something about myself during the skirmish today..." She half expects the tortoiseshell to say something about her fighting skills or lack thereof. She forces herself to look up at Serpentberry, eyes wide. Fearful. Uncertain. "I think I'm pregnant. ...What do I do?"
Leafbare was just around the corner, a terrible time for kits to be born. And then there was the shadow of Coalstrike hanging over them if he were to ever learn... She didn't know what to do or if there was anything that could be done about it. She needed advice. She needed reassurance. She hoped her friend would provide either.
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We Don't Need Them
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DEWSHINE
✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
✦—Silver She Cat W/ Orange Eyes And Dark Stripe Along Her Tail
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