Post by Deleted on Feb 7, 2013 22:21:06 GMT
Cherishhope awoke to the sun shining brightly in her navy-blue eyes. Trying to shake it away as well as her annoyance that was starting to surface in her mind, the she-cat slowly rose to her paws with a yawn, stretching out her legs and extracting her claws as she did so, glaring around the Nursery that was filled with the sound of one of the things that irritated her most: kits. Their pitiful squeak and high-pitched mews and their hunger all added up to that very feeling. Now that the weird ex-rogue called Veiledmoon had had her pair of deformed worms, soon they'd be all over the place and then Cherishhope would probably have to evacuate to the Elders' den from their pathetic wails. If any single cat asked her any more time 'Oh, Cherishhope! When are your kits due?' she'd probably rip out her stomach and murder her kits.
After all, they had no reason to care about her kits. They were her kits, anyway, not anyone else's to protect. They had no rule over her and never would Cherishhope felt a sigh come from her larynx, and she shook her head. No, Cherishhope! She forced herself in her mind. You won't attack ANYONE today, not even a badger, The calico told herself again as she began to make her way out of the Nursery, trying her hardest to ignore every HiddenClan cat she saw, except for Lemurtail – she could never ignore him.
“You shouldn't let your heart beat so fast!” she complained to herself, but the feline continued her search for the dark grey and white tom. Just when she'd nearly given up, Cherishhope realized the only area she hadn't hunted for him was the Warrior's den, the one place where almost everyone could freeze to death in peace. The queen made her way in the den, beginning to make her way towards where she remembered Lemurtails' nest had been not long ago. There he is! She nearly squealed in delight, but her feelings around him made her mouth instantly slip shut. Cherishhope trotted to his nest and instantly nudged him cautiously with a paw, praying to StarClan his pelt was clean instead of filled with mud. “Lemurtail?” she whispered.
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• OOC - icey I re-made it c: I didn't know whether to change the title or not since youadmittedyou're Lemur so I didn't.. eeyup