confusion. laur.

[რoonwhisker]

Moonwhisker was taking a break from her deputy duties. She had many things on her mind that had bothered her all day. She felt as though she was carrying the weight of the Clan on her shoulders, which in a way she was.

Patchstar was basically locking himself in his den again, so all the Clan's problems were thrown onto Moonwhisker. It seemed as though every single thing that could go wrong went wrong.

The Clan seemed to get smaller and smaller. The nursery was overloaded with kits that needed to be apprenticed. Like now. Purplekit was practically bursting out of the nursery. She sighed.

She should preform the ceremonies, but that would mean that she would be admitting to the fact that there was something wrong. The Clan would wonder why Patchstar wasn't doing the ceremony.

There wasn't anything wrong with him, there couldn't be... right?

She sighed and sat glumly next to the thunderpath, watching the monsters drive by.

[☆§wìftflame☆]

Jaywing was confused. Somehow, a magical cart had wheeled her out into the forest. The elder was so enormously obese that she hadn't left camp in tens of moons, so this was definitely something new. Jaywing swiveled her fat-padded neck to look around in hope that some ready-made fresh kill would magically appear before her, ready to eat. As usual, the peculiar old cat was hungry. It had been almost half an hour since her last meal, and her stomach was about ready to eat her face. Still mostly content, Jaywing rolled her flab slightly to get a better view, and found herself not ten feet away from Moonwhisker. Jaywing had known the deputy since the day of her kitting, and had been in the nursery with kits of her own, Pebblekit, Pinekit, Patchkit, Parchkit, Pricklekit and Poutkit, when Moonwhisker had been born. (After a while, due to Jaywing's pretty much consistent pregnancies, she'd started naming litters by letters of the alphabet.) However, they'd never really become more than close friends, formed by a sort of aunt-niece relationship. Figuring that a conversation with IvoryClan's deputy was the only thing that was going to happen in this forest, Jaywing decided to strike up a conversation. However, Jaywing was weak from not eating in so long, and didn't quite have the strength to lift her enormous form onto her paws. Instead, she rolled herself over towards the deputy, rolls of fat flattening under over-padded bones. ONce she was finally close enough, head still spinning, Jaywing called out her signature greeting. "w'l hah ther' Moonwhs'kr!" However, almost immediately, Jaywing could see that something was troubling the overworked deputy. "Wh'ts got'n yer whisk'rs in a tw'st?" Concern radiated out of the morbidly obese cat's every pore. Helping others was what her existence was for.

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[რoonwhisker]

Moonwhisker was so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn't notice the hug roll of cat rolling towards her. Jaywing, Moonwhisker couldn't help but love her even though she was a bit annoying and sucked up all of the fresh kill like a vacum.

She felt the ground shake a bit, and she figured that it would be one of two things. Jaywing or a dinosaur, and then she decided that a dinosaur was too small for this sound."Hello Jaywing," she meowed.

"Oh, um. Well I was just thinking about Patchstar and things...." she meowed, her voice trailing off near the end of her statement.

[☆§wìftflame☆]

The moment Jaywing heard Moonwhisker's dejected tone, her eyes widened and softened with grandmotherly sympathy. Grunting loudly as she twisted to get a better view, Jaywing exerted quite a measure of strength by lifting her heavily padded tail to attempt to stroke Moonwhisker's back. It was a good attempt, but the weight proved too much for Jaywing to hold and in the end it was move a slap from her tail than a stroke. Moonwhisker got the point. Figuring words would be a better approach, Jaywing leaned her overlarge head further forward until she was inches from Moonwhisker's rather dejected face before continuing. "Naw lookie here Moo'whisk'r, loo' yonder a' thi' wonefu' clan ya got yersel' here:"

[/b] Jaywing gestured vaguely with a stiff ear in the general direction that she thought camp might be. "Righ' now you'v go' yersel' a nuirs'ry burst'n wi' kits'n s'm o' the bes' warryers thi' clans ev'r seen. Nao y' can' go on look'n a' all th' bad in yer lif' ther's alwy's gun'be sum o' tha, bu' inst'd yu'v go' tu' trah tuh see all th' wun'rful thin's in thi' fores'. W'll sure the Patchster's goin' a lil' loopy, bu' ah've known tha' ol' codger long'r n' any cat, an' he's dun' s'm grea' stuff fer thi's clan. If'ts tahm fer him to be gett'n on hi' way, w'll then he's ha' a great life, n' you'll ma' grea' lead'r, if ah mai say so m'sel."[/b] After giving this little speech, Jaywing couldn't help but give herself a little mental pat on the back. She;'d really outdone herself this time with this whole consoling business. Then, a noise not unlike a muted roar of a monster snarled through the clearing. Jaywing blushed and muttered an apology, but what could be expected. It had been almost an hour since the grandmotherly cat's last meal. As her stomach gurgled and roared once again, Jaywing finally uttered a rather embarrassed but accepting meow, "Ah, Moo'whsk'r, ah hate tuh ru'n th' momen' n all, bu' a cat like m'sel, w'll...ah haven' eat'n a decn't meal in almos' n hour. Coul' you poss'bly catch an ol' ca' a bigh' tu' eat?"[/b] As if her body wanted to emphasize her point, Jaywing's stomach rumbled obnoxiously again, wiggling her jello flab.[/size][/blockquote]

[რoonwhisker]

Moonwhisker shrugged. "Yeah I know. Its just a bit annoying, but at least the Clan is behind me. I think... I hope!" she meowed, with a hint of laughter. She smiled at the she-cat. She really couldn't help not love her. She was just Jaywing, and that was it.

Moonwhisker knew the request was coming. Jaywing was all the way out here, and she was hungry. "Well, how about I help you back to came instead? Then you can take a pick in the pile," she meowed.

[☆§wìftflame☆]

"Yeah I know. Its just a bit annoying, but at least the Clan is behind me. I think... I hope!"

Jaywing snorted when Moonwhisker said the words, doing her best to instill ore confidence in their future leader. "u'corse the' ar, Moo'wh'skr! An' no' tha' ol' Pachy was'n a gre' lea'r n all, bu' yor' g'na be a welc'm chang' 'ftr f'llwin' the Patchst'r's foo'steps. Look't you! Y'r youn', st'rng, an' yuv' go'uh goo' hea' on yer' shoul'rs. Wha' mor' coul'a clan want inna lea'r?"

[/b] Jaywing did her best to charge her warm gaze with as much grandmotherly kindness and confidence as possible. Since physical comforting was out of the question, this was the next best thing. However, as Moonwhisker spoke her next words, Jaywing's face fell. Speaking tentatively and haltingly, Jaywing spoke once again. "Uhh. w'll, abou' tha....uh...w'll...th' thin' is, m'no' real' sur' how ezac'ly ah go' ou' heres, n' w'll, i don' really hav' no'mediat' plans fer' leavin' tha' I c'n think'v. Woul' i' be t'much tr'bl jus' t'grab me su'thn?"[/b] Jaywing's enormous stomach growled loudly as if to emphasize her point.[/size][/blockquote]


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