New Findings [[Strikefrost]]

[**Liz**]

The earthy smells of the tunnels, mixed with the familiar smells of various yet limited herbs, felt grainy as they wafted through her nostrils.
The poppy plants clenched in her jaw began leaking their inner juices and coated her tongue. She dropped them at her paws and groomed her fur in order to dislodge the unsavory bile.
She cast a quick, cheeky glance over at Smoketail. If only he knew.
But, turning her eyes back over to the medicine tom.
I'll let you know later Smoketail. She met his eyes happily.
" We're fine Redbreast. Uh- Smoketail, can I talk to Redbreast alone, for a moment?"
She motioned her medicine cat over and away from Smoketail and began speaking in a deep, almost dangerous, undertone.
" Redbreast, do you know of any tunnels around here, close to your den that would serve as a nursery?"

[Birdie°]

"Very good, very good. Cats have been dealing with the change somewhat well, and I--" he paused, glancing at Smoketail and giving him a quick shrug of his furry shoulders.
The question itself slightly surprised Redbreast. "Well yes, actually, there is a partially blocked off space right around the corner, in fact, that I was thinking of using for older cats, but they've found one of their own."

He turned fully around to face Strikefrost, taking a deep breath and speaking within the exhale. "What's all this about, then?" The words were useless, really, considering he knew exactly what this was about. A better choice of words would have been 'how long?' but, even though Redbreast doubted it, the pregnant cat could be another. Either way, his expression was thin-lipped and cool, eyes focused intently on Strikefrost.

[~T.o.x.i.c]

Smoketail listened to his mate and walked away. He felt like he was being sent away, so she could tell Redbreast a secret. Which it very well could be. I wonder what she wants to talk to Redbreast about? I wonder if she will tell me? What if she doesn't? Why wouldn't she tell me? I'm her mate, right? She would tell me if she thought she was sick. Wouldn't she? Smoketail found himself pacing outside hearing range of his mate, and medicine cat. He was worrying himself to a state where he was starting to panicking. His tail was lashing back and forth as he paced. His mood was changing quickly, from pain, to concern, to anger, sorrow. Smoke was going through such a hard time mentally he thought soon he might have to see Redbreast.

[**Liz**]

Strikefrost purred.
"Redbreast, you already know I am sure you do not need to ask."
A certain urge had been coming over her to nest and prepare a den for her unborn kits. She felt her stomach lurch, and she jumped, then smiled.
"They're moving." And hungry, she thought worriedly. She hadn't been getting enough food lately and she was afraid that she wasn't producing enough milk yet.
She sighed heavily, yawning as she did so.
Stretching she showed how thin she really was, her ribs poking out from under her pelt.
"I need to make a nice warm nest for them, can you help me?"
Her voice lowered and she moved closer to him, so Smoketail couldn't hear. "How should I tell him?" Her voice was laced with excitement, her whiskers twitching.

{Sorry about the fail...}