What I dream, the day might send. Just around the riverbend.
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His expression... Otterwhisker did everything in her power not to chuckle at his reaction, stone still and wide eyed like a newly named apprentice. Such a look wasn't becoming of him, but it was... sweet, in a way, taken as he was by the serious nature of her request. As far as she knew he hadn't any blood claimed kits of his own, and she highly considered giving me that honor in that regard as well.
Trying to keep the tom from wallowing too much in his worry, the she-cat gave a soft purr. "It's something I've always considered, but never really found the right tom, you know? Guess it just took me longer to release that tom should be you."
The sounds of the forest melded with that of the slowly overturning night. A chorus of frogs serenaded the two cats as they stood by the shores, accompanied by the notes of thr river that nearly always flowed. The mink she-cat leaned in, body vibrating with a fluttering sort of purr as she brushed passed him, attempting to give the tom a body rub as she moved passed.
"You needn't worry yourself, Boldstar. No matter what Starclan decides when to take me, I know they will have a capable sire looking after them."