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Post by Admin on Dec 21, 2012 22:43:31 GMT -5
Fishpelt entered the mine first and went to the nursery. He gave the fish to his mate Larksong, who was heavy with his kits. She would give birth any day now! He nuzzled her and gave her a lick on the top of her head. After his amte had finished eating, Fishpelt said; "Rest now, my love. I want you to seldom move."
Larksong smiled. "I will rest, Fishpelt."
Fishpelt nodded. "Good."
Larksong laughed and licked him. "You must be the most worrysome father the clan has ever seen. Don't worry, love, the Lord won't let anything happen to me or our kits." |
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Post by Caramel on Dec 22, 2012 20:39:07 GMT -5
Minnowstar followed Fishpelt into the mines, but stopped at the fresh kill pile as he entered the nursery. It was warmer down here, out of the wind. She pulled a small fish from the pile and ate it, feeling her mild hunger fade. After that, she walked into the nursery, and smiled at Larksong and Fishpelt. "Good morning, Larksong." she mewed, then asked "How are you feeling?"
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