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Blossomtuft drank countless mouthfuls of water, swirling it around in her mouth before spitting it onto the ground next to her, then swallowed several more to take the feeling of ick out of her throat. She was going to make Hazebird pay for this, which she promised.
A karma of sorts–feed him something bad, put something of foul stench in his nest or stick something to his fur with honey so that it would be hard to get out.
First thing’s first though, was seeing Myrtlewing. Blossomtuft didn’t think that it was enough to make her sick, but she was going to check anyway. After all, she was a mother now.
Blossomtuft’s heart melted in her chest, warming her entire body as she thought of her sweet little daughter. Silverkit looked like her father’s twin, nothing but her eyes to match her to Blossomtuft. But that didn’t matter, she was precious all the same. Blossomtuft remembered hearing her kit’s first words, and smiled as she then remembered the way she had pranced around the entire camp, bragging about how much of an early-learner her kin was.
She had felt so great throughout her pregnancy–most of it, anyway. Blossomtuft guessed that Hazebird–who had given her questionable but not harmful food many times in the past–put a stop to his tricks while Blossomtuft was pregnant and nursing. Silverkit had weaned off of milk now, so that must make her back to fair game. Insults, on the other hand, had never ended, though Hazebird was more than willing to back off when Blossomtuft’s irritation reached a dangerous high due to her condition.
These thoughts lead her to a detour. She padded toward the nursery and stepped inside, smiling down at Silverkit laying in her nest, listening with wide eyes as her father, Rainbur, told her a story.
Rainbur broke off when he noticed his mate. His eyes light up and his tail perked upward. “Morning, dear. Off on a hunt?”
Blossomtuft crouched so that she could lick a moss fleck from Silverkit’s whiskers. “My beautiful kit!” she gushed. Raising again, she answered the question. “The stream to wash my mouth.”
Rainbur was visibly trying to hide his amusement, hiding his mouth behind a paw. “Has Hazebird returned to the usual routine?”
Blossomtuft’s tail bristled. “For now, until he knows what’s good for him. I just wanted to stop by and see our daughter. I’m going to Myrtlewing now.”
Alarm widened Rainbur’s eyes. “Was it that bad?”
“The cursed tom fed me mouse-bile,” Blossomtuft responded through gritted teeth. “I feel fine–for now–but that doesn’t mean I can’t make him worry that he got me sick.” That, and she wanted to be extra safe. She turned and headed for the medicine den.
“I won’t get caught up in this, will I?” Rainbur asked after her.
“Mama! You’ll miss the story!” Silverkit called.
“I’ll be back soon, little love,” Blossomtuft assured her. To Rainbur, she only winked mischievously before exiting the den.
