Lazing[Wildtail]

[|g.O.l.d.Y|]

The sun shined heartily down on the large field, blinding light reflecting from the blades if one were to look at it from a distance. Fortunately for Rosestar she was laying amongst the grasses, splayed out of her back as she rested gratefully. No patrol that she knew of would be patrolling here any time soon, the only thing she had to worry about was a lone hunter coming for some of the field mice that harbored their homes here. Her jaws stretched forward in a luxirious yawn as her mind drifted. She'd had the priviledge of giving her unknown kits the rank of apprentice. What a proud day it had been for Prettypelt as well as she. She'd be surveying their progress closely whenever she wasn't training her own apprentice. It was a great thing to have kits now that her pregnancy was over, they had a somewhat close bond what with her spending many a day in the nursery watching or talking with them. She smiled at the memories. Perhaps when they were warriors she would be able to tell them of their true heritage, but she still doubted telling the clan.

What a fool she had been for trusting Touslepelt. If she ever saw him again she knew it wouldn't be pretty. Never, would he be able to see his kits. They would stay shielded far fom the banned tyrant. Toms. She didn't see herself trusting one such as she did him any time soon. How fast she had rushed into the relationship! She considered herself wiser now. If she was ever to have a mate again he would most definetly not be from a different clan. She'd broken StarClan's set laws so horribly she feared seeing them next at the Moonstone. She needed to speak with them, she knew it, but who could she trust to come with her? Kashclaw would be needed to guard the camp while she was away. She'd like to keep it to just one cat, she would need no more protection traveling through her own territory.

Just before she closed her eyes, deciding on a sun-baked nap, she saw the blades splitting and moving closer toward her. She lifted her head, getting ready with one last yawn for the arrival of the other. The scent was not unfamiliar and was definetly of WindClan so she didn't lift a paw, simply prepared for the arrival.

[Marly]

Blades of emerald grass parted evening as the familar quivering brown tail could be seen just barely above the grass. He could sense the light breathing of a femmora, the dashing scent of Rosestar hit the roof of his mouth, making him want to venture furthur. Was this where the Windclan leader came to get away from it all? He contiplated on turning back, perhaps wisest as not to to disrupt her...though he couldn't help himself.

Hazel crystalines landed on the sunkissed queen, sprawled in a small clearing, long golden grass surrounding her bodice, around her form the grass folded gently down.
He dipped his skull in a somewhat formal greeting. "Rosestar...It would have been all too easy for a predator to get you on your back like that..." he said, not being able to say some studdering welcome phrase as all the nervous clan cats seemed to do.
He stared as her exposed stomach of white fluff. The first thing that had come to mind was what he'd said, hard for even himself to believe.
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