Closed Thread Relax Before You Pop [28FW20]

BAYFLOWER 🌊 THEY/HIM 🌼 WARRIOR 

Bayflower had noticed the subtle changes in Beewhisker recently, their friend’s stomach a little round as their kits developed. It wasn’t super obvious but it was definitely there even without them being there when Rowanglade had confirmed that the tortoiseshell and white cat was indeed pregnant. But the black feline was concerned for their friend. Over the past few days, they continued to see Beewhisker out and about, not dropping their duties even for a heartbeat no matter how much they told them to sit down. 

The black feline had originally brought some tasty prey into the nursery for Beewhisker to eat but when they had gotten there, the queen had been nowhere to be seen. ‘They’ve probably gone hunting.’ Brightmaple had said, causing Bayflower to sigh. The warrior knew that Beewhisker was strong, capable, and could take care of themselves just fine but in their opinion, a queen shouldn’t be jumping or running around at all. What if they or the kits got hurt? The mere idea filled Bayflower with dread. 

“Beewhisker?!” Bayflower’s voice rang through the forest, scaring away any other prey away as they rushed over to their friend. “There you are.” they sighed, briefly nuzzling their shoulder before stepping back. “If you’re hungry, why don’t you leave the hunting to the rest of the clan? You’re like halfway through your pregnancy.” the anxious dark-eyed feline spoke, hardly giving Beewhisker space to reply. “I don’t want you to stay in the nursery but maybe don’t jump around so much? We can go on a walk.”

Beewhisker nearly jumped out of their pelt when Bayflower yowled their name, thank StarClan that actually caught a mouse. Beewhisker hadn't even announced they were moving to the nursery and it felt much more freeing being up and on their paws, but they knew at Bayflower's yowl the prey would have run off to hide. So in turn, they had no choice but the stand and look ultimately surprised by Bayflower's growing concern.

"Well, I'm not hunting for me, that would be against the code." They meowed, sitting down and wrapping their tail around themself, their belly had grown, but not a significant amount, not quiet yet anyway, but it was to the point it would be noticeable. "I'm hunting for the clan, though, it's pretty odd that Aspenberry hasn't put me on any hunting patrols recently.." the meowed, thinking allowed almost. It wasn't like they didn't want to go into the nursery of course, they just knew the clan needed them more than the nursery needed them.. but truthfully, they probably needed the nursery more than anything else.

The large tortie flicked their ear in confusion, they didn't really understand why Bayflower was so concerned, they'd be in the nursery at some stage, why waste the time where they didn't really need to be. "I don't understand your worry Bayflower, I was just coming out for a hunt. How did you figure out I was out here anyway?" they asked with another flick of their nicked ear.

BAYFLOWER 🌊 THEY/HIM 🌼 WARRIOR 

Noticing that they had scared Beewhisker, Bayflower gave them an apologetic look. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” the black feline said, looking down at the mouse she had caught before looking back up at their friend. They didn’t mean to seem so concerned. They knew Beewhisker could take care of themselves but they couldn’t help it. Bayflower wondered if they were being overly anxious. They probably were. But how could they be sure when they had never been pregnant themselves?

“Well, I know that.” Bayflower said in response to them mentioning the warrior code. “I’m not surprised she hasn’t put you on any hunting patrols the past few days. You’re pregnant.” the warrior reminded their friend lightly with a sheepish smile. Once Beewhisker sat down, yhe black feline looked down at Beewhisker’s stomach, smiling fondly before looking at Beewhisker once more. “Any name ideas for them yet or are you waiting for them to be born?” Bayflower wondered what they would look like. 

“I don’t mean to be so worried. Sorry.” Bayflower apologised, shuffling their paws briefly. “I know you can take care of yourself. You were seen exiting camp and I just followed your scent.” They explained suddenly feeling guilty. Their mother had always been an overbearing cat and they had hated it and now they were doing the same to Beewhisker. Yeah. He was definitely worrying way too much. Bayflower sighed once more. “Sorry, Beewhisker.” They apologised again. “I don’t mean to fret.”

Beewhisker, one one paw, understood Bayflower’s worry, but they couldn’t seem to grasp why exactly the warrior was worrying so much. It’s not like they were going out smacking themself onto stones for fun, it was just some casual hunting.

"Don’t be sorry, a fright isn’t the worst thing that’s happened to me" Beewhisker’s voice was backed with nothing short of a faint laughter as they spoke. They were sure that Bayflower would have been over-reacting a little, but it wasn’t like Beewhisker to ignore a friend’s feelings. At Bayflower stating the obvious, Beewhisker saw opportunity for a joke and took it without hesitation "Great StarClan I am?! I had no idea! Thank you for telling Bayflower" they meowed, though they were unable to mask a short of laughter, their teeth peaking out of their lips as they grew their characteristic smile across their face.

It was then when Bayflower asked for the kitten’s potential names is when Beewhisker was actually stumped for an answer, since they weren’t sure on what the kits were going to be like or even if they were going to be toms or she-cats or a mix of both. "I was going to wait until they were born, then I’d be able to name them what I think suits them, something meaningful to me I think. I’d like the name to mean something to me, something important, it’s something that the kits will carry with them for their life, if not their whole life, than one of the more important stages of it. So something meaningful to me for sure" they explained gently. 

Bayflower’s consistent concern made Beewhisker worried for their friend and the large tortie placed their white muzzle atop of Bayflower’s head as a form of comfort. "It will take StarClan prying me away with their cold claws for me to leave you, and I’ll do anything it takes to keep that from happening" they meowed gentle then gave Bayflower’s forehead a few motherly licks "I may be young and frankly, very stupid but I’m certain about this, I just want you to trust me"