Private would you believe me [ snowdrop ] if i said i missed you?

[wisteriastrike wisteriastrike]

Her kits are wrangled by someone else. Wisteriastrike cannot say who, not in the moment - she implicitly trusts ShadowClan to not allow any of her young children harm, and thus doesn't really care who. The lilac tabby instead forges on to meet her friend by the camp's exit and bump her shoulder into theirs.

"You're not leaving without me this time," she cheers to Snowdropheart, a sly grin on her face. "With leafbare coming, I never get to see you anymore! So I thought... y'know, one hunting trip won't hurt...!" Wisteriastrike attempts to leave no room for argument with the other molly. Her kits are safe and well taken care of, and the hollowness of the camps' bellies know that any working paws are better than stationary ones. She's sure her pale pelted friend won't try to make her stay, but just in case, she leans forward to press her cheek into the other's, "C'mon. Just one afternoon, we each catch something, and I'll go right back to them." Sometimes, she thinks Snowdropheart fears more for her kits than she does... It's nice to have someone around who cares more in depth.

"I heard some warriors talk about the monster in the tree - and how some squirrels have been hiding in it... do you want to try there?"

@Snowdropheart

 

[Snowdropheart]

Snowdropheart

Snowdropheart feels like she's been patrolling twice as much, hunting day and night, and still there are hungry bellies left in camp. No matter how much she tries, there is not enough prey for everyone - not in the fresh-kill pile nor in the territory. It reminds her too much of the days of the colony... but Sablestar wouldn't allow events like that to repeat again, right? The molly can only hope.

She's just getting ready to leave for yet another round of the territory, when a familiar scent washes over her, milk and warmth and sweetness; scents Snowdropheart cannot get enough of. "Oh Wisteria..." she purrs towards her friend. "I'm sorry I've not been around as much..." her gaze falls to her own paws in shame. "I've been trying to bring back food, but it's been difficult. And I.. I didn't know how to deliver the bad news every time."

And then Wisteriastrike suggests hunting together and Snowdropheart's eyes brighten, "Oh that would be so lovely, dear!" She doesn't even wait for anyone else to join them, already padding out of camp. "You must tell me all about how you've been doing on the way!"

She nods at the suggestion of the location, not really caring where they go - as long as she's with Wisteriastrike, her paws feel lighter and all her worries disappear. Snowdropheart cannot stop feeling grateful for her best friend being there for her, even at a time like this.

OOC: n/a

 

[wisteriastrike wisteriastrike]

The pale molly's saddened words draw Wisteriastrike's passive smile into a frown. She leans into the other a morsel more, pressing their cheeks together, and says, "Seeing you is good enough news, Snow." More than, she thinks, but the thought never leaves her tongue. She is simply glad that each day wears on and Snowdropheart is still breathing. They may have hollow stomachs and aching paws, but their hearts are still warm. With the oncoming snow, that's something far too easy to lose.

The other brightens with the suggestion of a joint hunt, almost leaving the lilac furred molly in the dust. Wisteriastrike's smile returns as she trots after her friend, "You know I love talking about myself...!" she cheers, only to add slyly, "Just as much as you love to hear about the kits. Did anyone tell you what's going on with little Ronnie?" She inclines her crown to look towards Snowdropheart again, keeping the pace with the well fit warrior. Wisteriastrike's gaze lingers for a few long moments before she continues, as if she never missed a beat. "Their breaths sound like they've been breathing the air by the carrionplace. It's awful. Cicadabuzz says its the weather..." The molly draws out a sigh, slightly shaking her head, "But I'm not sure. It doesn't seem to be just that."

 

[Snowdropheart]

Snowdropheart

Her heart warms and a smile appears on her face at Wisteriastrike's reassurance. She feels the same, of course, just getting to see her friend and her friend's kits is good enough for her, but seeing how hungry they are, it pains her, knowing she was unsuccessful in bringing them any food back. She makes a mental note to visit them despite that, to give them company even when she's failed.

Snowdropheart can't help but chuckle at her friend's cheers. "Of course I love to hear about your kits." and you, she thinks, but the thought never leaves her tongue. She is simply glad that each day wears on and Wisteriastrike is still breathing.

Her brow furrows at the mention of little Goldenrodkit. She has heard their raspy breaths and she has seen the healers visiting the nursery more often than is normal for healthy kits. "I don't know what it might be, but... I think if it was life-threatening, Cicadabuzz would not be so calm." she says, though her eyes betray her doubts. Or I hope so at least. Snowdropheart can never tell what exactly is behind the medicine cat's words, what intentions lay within bugs mind.

"Have they been taking on prey well? And you? Have you been taking care of yourself?" she nudges the other's shoulder, closing her eyes momentarily in content as she breathes in the scent of sweetness from Wisteriastrike's fur. "If you ever need any help, I will do everything within my powers to do anything you need. You have my word."

OOC: Rolled a 2 so no prey just yet

 

[wisteriastrike wisteriastrike]

Her face doesn't quite contort, but her brows pinch together similarly to her companion's as the other suggests that Cicadabuzz's calm demeanor is a sign of something good. "That cat," if she could even call bug that, "could have a buzzard pick straight from its belly fur until it hits spine, and still would say that it is no cause for concern." Her tail sweeps low behind her, a momentary pause in her gait before she trots a little quicker to match Snowdropheart's gait once more. "I trust bug, I truly do... I suppose motherhood has made me needlessly suspicious for its knowledge and skills." Wisteriastrike shrugs gently. Hopefully that can be that... though knowing her, it won't be something that leaves her mind any time soon.

Of course, Snowdropheart knows how to redirect the caretakers attention. "They're giving it enough of a try... but they're so little, Snow. I don't think they quite get it." As for her... Wisteriastrike doesn't think her plush pelt hides the emptiness of her stomach much anymore, even less the way her skin stretches taut over her ribs. They ought to start outsourcing hunting to other lands, she thinks, or even cozying up to twolegs for extra meals at this rate. She doesn't answer Snowdropheart directly, instead mumbling a, "We make do with what we have."

The other molly's final words on the matter inspire a playful grin on the caretaker's countenance. She perks up again, and exasperatedly replies, "Day by day, I wish I had chosen you to raise kits with. Better than Cicadabuzz's no nonsense and lack of personality..." her lips part with a yawn, a shiver drifting down her body.

She peers to their left and finds that the monster tree isn't too far. Her stomach audibly rumbles and Wisteriastrike shakes out her pelt in an awkward attempt to obscure it. "What do you think - are the rumors true?" Will they finally have a decent meal after this?

 

[Snowdropheart]

Snowdropheart

Snowdropheart had no idea Wisteriastrike feels so strongly about the medicine cat. She knows bug sired the kittens, but... she thought it was just that. She feels a little taken aback by the outburst, but supposes she understands - having to constantly worry about six little ones, some of which are constantly sick, must take its toll. And having an indifferent healer is no easy thing to swallow.

The pale molly notices the way Wisteriastrike avoids answering her question, but she doesn't press. She knows her own answer would have been similiar - her coat hides her ribcage from showing beneath her skin, but were anyone to unveil her fur, they would see just how little the young warrior had been eating. So she stays quiet, despite wanting to protest, out of respect and understanding all the same.

For a breath the world stops as her friend mutters her next words. "Oh Wisteria..." Her heart skips a beat as she looks into her friend's green eyes, their noses so close to each other Snowdropheart can see the faint clouds of their warm breaths against the cold air mixing together. If only she could be with her, tucked in the nursery with their kits. But Snowdropheart has to wait for Newleaf before she can have kits of her own and by then, Wisteriastrike's litter will be all grown up. "Come newleaf and I might get lucky enough to have kits of my own... though I'm not sure you will still remain in the nursery by then."

The young warrior looks at the place they approach as Wisteriastrike speaks the same question Snowdropheart has been wondering. "I hope so." And with that, she sniffs the air, hoping to catch a whiff of anything edible.

OOC: Rolled a 1 this time