Oh but Why (Private)

[Ripplefur]

Nightsong

Ripplefur had begun to enjoy meeting the little ones that he and Night had created. Most of the credit went to Night, though. She had to stay in the nursery practically 24/7. Wouldnʻt it be nice if he could visit her. But he didnʻt want to be a bother to everyone else and he would take up to much space in there anyway. 

The brown tabby tom had nothing to do. He had come back from hunting not long ago and sat with an untouched mouse laying at his paws. Oh how he yearned for his mate to come out. He watched the nursery with blazing amber eyes. For a slight moment he could swear he saw Nightsongʻs black pelt, but he wasnʻt sure. Then she was outside. He watched her for a few moments before bounding over to her with the mouse in his jaws. 

Morning my lovely queen

[Nightsong]

Nightsong loved her kits- truthfully she did. However being a warrior was in her blood, and spending days cooped up in the nursery was finally starting to get to her. She figured that the other queens and kits would be able to handle her load, at least for a few minutes, and let herself out when they were distracted. Anything to stretch her legs for a little while.

She hadn't been out too long when she heard Ripplefur's voice. Nightsong felt her ears heat up with embarrassment from his compliment, and giggled bashfully. "You're still as much as a charmer as you were when I met you," she purred, self-consciously licking her white chest fur. "Is that a mouse? What a gentlemen You shouldn't have." Nightsong touched noses with Ripplefur for a moment before sitting down and wrapping her tail neatly around her paws.

"The only problem with the nursery is that I feel separated from everything going on outside- anything happen lately? How have you been?"

[Ripplefur]

Ripple could tell that Nightsong was itching to get back to her warrior duties. She wasnʻt meant to be stuck in a den all day, but if it is for her kits, our kits, she would. He had to give her credit. Some of the kits he met were quite energetic. She had a pawful to deal with. 

Well iʻd hope I didnʻt lose any of that. Perhaps one of our sons will be like his daddy. Ripple laughed. It had been awhile since he was in the presence of another warrior. He leaned forward and placed the mouse in front of her. Enjoy. I went hunting earlier. Just like yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that... The tom rolled his eyes as if to show how boring it got being a warrior. But one thing that did happen, Yesterday I was out hunting near the Iceclan border. One of their warrior was there. She seemed a little to friendly. But I donʻt think it was anything.

[Nightsong]

"Oh, no," Nightsong sighed dramatically. voice taking on a teasing tone. "I don't think I could handle dealing with another cat like you." Nightsong purred, leaning down and starting to eat as Ripplefur went on. She was glad that more prey was starting to return to the territory- and glad that her kits had been born closer to spring, as opposed to winter, when she had been brought to camp.

"Sometimes you have to make your own fun, Ripple," Nightsong commented with a smile, offering half the mouse to her mate. "You can't always wait for it to come to you." She raised an eyebrow when he started to speak of an IceClan cat. "Are you sure that 'too friendly' wasn't just...normal friendly? She wasn't acting strange, was she?"

"Oh, listen to me, so eager to overanalyze everything," Nightsong shook her head at herself, giggling slightly. "I'm going to become an old cranky queen in less than a moon, you just watch."