Perhaps some thyme might help... (Amber)

[Clemintine]

WOOO Silverear gets to try and explain she is pregnant :D
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IC:

Silverear walked out of the Medicine cat den with some thyme in her mouth, she wiggled her nose as one of the small leaves went up inside it, sneezing the she-cat practically knocked herself backwards. Sniffling and regaining her balance she continued to walk forward her tail held high. She was searching for her mate hoping he would be in the camp. She was bringing the thyme for him, Silverear could go a while without others noticing because of her overly long fur but this she-cat was pregnant. Silverear paused to look from side to side her ears swiveled this way and that, her tail swayed back and forth like hey body was talking, Silverear turned in a full circle and then walked over to the apprentice den sticking her head in (why was she looking in here? Who knows) she narrowed her eyes searching in the darkness and then pulled her head out to look around the camp again. Truth was Silverear had got the Warrior den and the Apprentice den mixed up...


Silverear grunted and sat down in the middle of the camp, she could feel her swollen stomach pressing against her back paws, glancing down she tilted her head, nope wasn't noticeable which was a good thing in her cause. 

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ooc: Clemintine :3 <3
muse: good
music: the game of life (jubyphonic)

Today would be a good day. He could feel it in the warm breeze, hear it in the soft crackling of leaves beneath his paws, see it in the oranges and reds and yellows of the forest around him, taste it in the fat mouse he clamped between his jaws. Mmmmmmmmmm. Yes, today would be a good day indeed.

The giant of a tom emerged from the camp entrance with head tail and ears held high, eyes shining with satisfaction. The furry body that he carried was only a sample of what he'd already caught that morning- the rest of it was still buried out there in the forest somewhere. It was still early, too. Bright amber eyes glowing, Hawkstrike was strutting across the clearing on a beeline for the fresh-kill pile when he noticed a friendly figure sitting nearby. Gaze brightening further with delight, he veered from the set route and approached his mate, beaming behind his catch. "'Murrnin," he mumbled around a mouthful of fur. Then, realizing that she wouldn't be able to understand him lest his mouth was visible, he let the mouse drop and looked back at her with a smile. "'Morning," he repeated, utterly clueless.

[Clemintine]

Silverear's fluffy tail swooshes back and forth behind her while she waited for Hawkstrike to show up. Anyday now.. mm.. babies.. where do babies come from.. wonder if they can feel me lick my stomach... Silverear was in the middle of hunching off and trying to lick at her stomach when suddenly she felt the air whoosh against her head and she glanced up with her tongue sticking out to see her mate mouthing good morning. She sucked her tongue back into her mouth and smiled. Great.. Silverear padded a paw on the Thyme and pushed it towards him glancing up and down multiple times trying to tell him to eat it. Her face scrunched up the softened as she tried to think of a way to tell what she needed to say.

OOC: Short... u.u

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ooc: Clemintine 'where do babies come from' ... silver hunny..
muse: good
music: I lived (onerepublic)

Seeing the thyme, Hawkstrike tilted his head and looked at her questioningly. "Herbs? What for? I'm not hurt." Nevertheless, he scooped up the little leaves in one paw and raised them to his mouth. Come to think of it, he had been feeling abnormally anxious and tired lately, and he hadn't the slightest idea why. Anyhow, Silverear knew him best, so if she thought there was something wrong with him, he must trust in her judgement. Still, what were they for? Returning his gaze to her, he lowered his now-empty paw and swiped the leftovers from his muzzle with his tongue. I was supposed to eat them... right... "Is something wrong?"

[Clemintine]

Silverear smiled and lifted her head high glad he trusted her so much. She moved her ears forwards then back trying to come up with an idea of how to tell him. Her tail flipped this way and that before finally she stood up and lifted a paw, her right paw, she waved it up and down trying to tell him to sit down. hmm... HMM.... mmm.. how about.. I can get a rock and pretend to give birth to it... no no. she was now pacing back and forth clearly she looked like some mad cat to anyone other thank Hawkstrike. Her face scrunched up then softened as she went through ideas, ever know and then she light up but then looked disappointed like she thought she had a good plan but then lost it. Ok.. Hawkstrike! quickly she turned around to him and got close to his face her eyes wide trying to tell him to watch her.

maybe if I do to him what he did to me that night..then point to my stomach...

If she could laugh she would have, but instead her face just felt hot and embarrassed, she was glad he could read her mind.. or could he? She glanced over at him nervously THE KITS SILVEREAR... OH right! Silverear did the only thing she could think of, she slowly walked over to the tom she loved, sat before him while gazing up into his eyes with a sweet innocent expression and .... puffed her cheeks out. She puffed her cheeks out slowly like explaining she would gradually get FAT. She stayed like this for a while before slowly letting all of the air out of her mouth, she scrunched up her nose and then glanced down at her stomach. StarClan help me..

Silverear smiled and glanced up at her mate she then glanced back down at her stomach, her eyes seemed to hold a strong affection for her stomach, she glanced back up at him and smiled even more. Hawkstrike.. I'm going to have your kits! Isn't that wonderful? her head tilted slightly with a smile on her face like he could hear her.