applefallofgraniteclan
Bubblewhisker crawled out of the nursery and stretched. Just last week, Coalkit had fully been weaned and was able to eat from the fresh-kill pile. Bubblewhisker was finally able to spend more time out of the nursery, much to her pleasure and none to Coalkit’s.
As they started to clean themselves, Applefall padded up to them.
"Do you want to get out of here or not?" she asked, jerking her head towards the clan entrance.
Bubblewhisker stopped cleaning themselves. After a short silent pause, they quickly gave a silent nod. They hadn't been asked to go outside of camp for a while now, and the question seemed foreign.
"Oh, uh, let me check on him first." Bubblewhisker said as she got to her feet, and stuck her head into the nursery. Coalkit was sound asleep next to Fringetail, a fellow queen. She backed out to face Applefall.
"Uh, I guess we can go now," they said awkwardly. The large red tabby nodded and both cats padded out of the camp. "Thanks for asking me to go with you. Uh, I guess we're hunting?"
