A/N: I am back, bay-bee! Yes, I have a brand spankin' new FanFic (I have the titles of all of the FanFics in this FanFic series all planned out. –squeal-). Fallow Frostkit on her life's journey!
Note: I do not own Warriors. I did, however, write this FanFic, and you will see a lot of characters I've made up in here.
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Icefrost nosed her kit gently, her green eyes shining with boastful pride. She glanced up at Fernpelt, who was suckling Tankit.
"You must be so proud," Fernpelt purred, letting her tail tip rest on Icefrost's shoulder as Frostkit wriggled up to her belly to feed.
"More than you could ever know," meowed Icefrost simply. Her eyes seemed glazed over with pure and gentle love, and she swiveled her head towards Cloudwhisker. "Hey, Cloudwhisker, how is Whitekit? Is there any more space over there?"
"Yes, we're warm and snuggly over here," purred Cloudwhisker. "Whitekit is glorious. And the warriors did a good job expanding the nursery! There's room to stretch my paws now."
"Good to hear." Icefrost paused, glancing at Cloudwhisp, who was curled up into a tight grayish-white ball of fur with her two kits, Sunkit and Turtlekit. "Did you happen to see Talonscar when the additional space to the nursery was being worked on?"
"Actually, no. I assume Nettlestar needed him for something," Cloudwhisker mewed thoughtfully.
"He hasn't visited," Icefrost meowed bleakly, glancing down as Frostkit, who was too young to even open her eyes, much less remember this conversation that Icefrost was having with the other queens. "Do you think that Talonscar doesn't want Frostkit?"
"He did want kits," Fernpelt growled, putting emphasis on the last word. "Maybe he's disappointed that there's only Frostkit."
"But
that's nothing to be disappointed about!" Cloudwhisker objected
angrily.
"I agree," Fernpelt began, "but Talonscar has
always been a tom that was out looking for a mate so she could birth
many kits. To always carry on his blood." She glanced
sympathetically at Icefrost.
"No!" Icefrost insisted. "He really loves me. He just must be busy."
"I'm sure that's it," Cloudwhisker soothed, but she shot a knowing sidelong glance at Fernpelt that Icefrost missed.
"I hope Nettlestar isn't working him too hard," Icefrost fretted.
"I doubt it," Fernpelt purred, stroking Icefrost's rapidly-rising fur along her spine. "Just rest with Frostkit. I'm sure he's very proud."
"You're right," Icefrost growled determinedly, and she lay her head down to sleep while Frostkit suckled.