CW/TW: Implications of death, cat swearing, pregnancy "Watch your step!" Burrtail hisses at me, lifting his tail indignantly. I toss my head and glare at the medicine cat. "Whatever," I mew. He cuffs me sharply across the ear. "Very polite way to talk to the cat who saved your ungrateful skin!" he hisses sarcastically. "Saved? More like stuffed disgusting leaves down my throat for the smallest wounds on my leg!" "They were infected, you little brat. You could have-" "What?" I interject. "Died? Pssh, no way." Burrtail rolls his eyes and stalks away, muttering. I turn around and collide into a wall of black fur. "Oh. Moorpaw," I say, grateful that it wasn't her twin sister Fieldshine, who'd probably shred me. Moorpaw gives me a timid smile and backs away. I head over to the fresh-kill pile, then select a trout. I duck into the nursery, where the pregnant queen Splashfrond lays down. "Hey, Bonepaw! Nice to see you! Is that prey for me, or are you just stopping by?" I put on a fake smile, looking at her belly and flexing my claws. The kits born in the next three moons also have to go, Cloudgaze had told me. "Oh, it's your prey!" I say, fake-cheerfully. "It's a really big fish, maybe you can share it with those other pregnant queens! Ripplepool and Shadeclaw would probably love it!" Splashfrond smiles warmly. "Thanks. That sounds like a good idea." I nod. "Oh, and also, when are your kits going to be born?" "They should be born in a quarter-moon, so they'll be old enough to stay at the camp alone during the Wintertruce. But it's weird to see you so interested," she meows, looking at me hard. "Oh, just curious!" I say to dispel any questions. She nods, and I take the opportunity to call out a goodbye and leave to find my mentor. After all, I need to sharpen my fighting skills to kill those three new elders.
next: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1260793460/ prev: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1260792304/ first: tn by me, done on autodesk sketchbook
