Talk:Nursery/@comment-8754209-20130829082637/@comment-25178347-20130829083332

A quarter moon left, at most. That's what Brookwhisper had told her. She knew Blazestrike was excited for the kits, and she was as well, but the worst part was watching Blazestrike go out without her, and being unable to go with.

Speaking of, she scented Blazestrike and looked at him. Hidden behind happiness to see her mate was slight sadness at being stuck in camp.