(Now we need to make a Stoneteller… Who will play as her/him?)
Oakleaf nodded slightly, "That is the best we can do, and plus the kits will be born in the safety of the tribe, but after their eyes and ears has open we need to get a move on."
"Her, actually. And yeah." Lark nodded.
"Or once I've recovered. We can carry them. depending on how many there are. We may be able to tell this far in, but now is not the time for that."
"Then lets go back." Oakleaf said, turning around and walking past a patch of ferns.
Finchsong nodded. "Alright, Lark. Lead the way, if you will."
She nodded, brushing past them to lead.
Finchsong trotted after Lark, moving quickly while still being careful. "Come on, Oakleaf."
(Are they Finchleaf or Oaksong? Or just Finch x Oak?)
(Uhh, Finch x Oak? Idk)
"Yes I'm coming!" He said sarcastically, stopping and backing up because he was already ahead of them.
(OWLLL FRENNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN PLZ RETURN D:)
(SORRY)
(Did we decide who was going to be Stoneteller?)
(Nope)
(Do you want to?)
(No)
(Okay maybe @TheGoldenLegend could be but I'm impatient so I guess I'm her for now)
Moon looked up as the three cats entered, flicking her tail casually. "Hello, do you require something?"
"Yes, ma'am." Finchsong replied. "You see, I am pregnant, and Lark here suggested that I stay here until the kits are born to ensure they are safe." Moon considered this for a moment.
"That is fine with me. You may stay in the den with mothers until then. Leave whenever you are ready to do so."
"Thank you, ma'am." Finchsong dipped her head politely.
(I decided that her name is Light that Shines from the Moon, btw)
(Why must everyone die again)
(I'm kind of on and off :P)
(Eeeeeeeee)
"Lark, please take her to the nursery." Moon said calmly, her ear twitching a bit.
Lark nodded. "This way Finchsong."
Finchsong dipped her head and thanked Moon again before following Lark, looking around as they went. The mountains really were quite beautiful.
Lark smiled as they walked over to the nursery corner. "Ladies, we have a guest." The other 3 expecting queens smiled. "Who is it Lark?"
"Hello, my name is Finchsong." Finchsong greeted the queens politely. "Moon has kindly allowed me to stay with you until my kits are born, and then I'll be out of your fur."
One of the queens nodded. "Stay as long as you need." Lark guided Finchsong over to an unoccupied nest. "How far along do you think you are Finchsong?"