A Prickly Situation (Pansy X Crooked) RP

Can we meet in the middle?

It started off a busy day as usual with Pansypelt staying in the nursery but making the friendship flower bracelets that was her forte. Even after making about fifteen of them and putting them in a pile to give to anyone who wanted another flower bracelet. Pansypelt still dreaded the night where everyone was settling into the night and that meant another night in her nest alone. The moderate temperatures of the night were already settling in while Pansypelt kept tossing and turning in her nest that was in the nursery. The tortie-colored queen was already having yet, again another sleepless night. A low moan escaping as she sat up in the nest with her short fur in small tangles from the amount of rolling over in her nest. “I-I just want one night that I can sleep through it. Please-please let me sleep through one night.” In truth be told, the young queen hadn’t slept well since the passing of her deceased mate Murkeypelt. The father of her current kits inside of her. A few nights ago, the queen had visited her friend Frecklefern after a nightmare woke her and sent her crying to her friend to spend a few nights in the medicine cat den. Pansypelt, staying in her nest as her hazel eyes watered with a slight number of hot tears now pricking the back. “I-It’s…. it’s lonely not having someone to sleep with in the nest. I just want someone to not think of me and my kits as added baggage. But I’ll be having to parent these kits alone because, all the clan is either gay or too dumb to realize it like Frecklefern and Cariboucloud.” half mumbling her thoughts a loud as the she-cat shifted to get out of the nest. Another soft sniffle escaping as Pansypelt looked down at her overly swollen stomach, with a maternal instinct washing over her. Oh, how she loved the unborn kits deeply, even though they would grow up without a father she promised to love them and protect them. Try to teach the little ones right from wrong and how to make the best flower bracelets in the entire clan. The young queen, making her way to the entrance of the camp at a brisk walk with her swollen belly swaying with every step she took. Hesitating for a mere moment at the entrance of the warrior’s den deciding whether to go wake up Risingdawn to go with her on her night walk. Scanning her hazel eyes around the den, before landing them on the brown and white tabby tom who was asleep. ‘He probably doesn’t want to be walking with me this late at night anyways. I’ll let him sleep.’ The thought in her mind made her decision firm of not waking up Risingdawn to go with her. ‘I can handle myself in the woods on a walk…. I was a warrior and if something happens, I’m trained to take care of it.’ Pansypelt, pivoting away from the den, and picking up into a trot to exit the camp. Letting her paws carry her through the woods with the bright illuminist moon lighting the way through the forest. The only sound was her paws crunching on the forest floor, with the slight breeze blowing through her fur, making her black and orange fur spike up to stay warm. After a few minutes of a brisk trot she slowed down to a walk.

Now the deafening silence was hitting her ears, an all too familiar sound that the queen had gotten used to on her late night walks she seemed to be taking more and more of lately. Still feeling like a nuisance to wake any of her friends up to listen to her late-night anxiety and how she just wished she wasn’t going to be a single mother raising the kits. Soon a loud grumbling noise emitting from her stomach indicating how hungry she was from walking through the forest this late at night, almost into the early hours of morning. Pansypelt, flicking her multi-colored tail behind her, as she curled it against the side of her swollen belly to ease the hunger pain that was hitting her. “Alright…I’ll go catch a mouse if you’ll all be quiet it’s too early for you all to be mad at me before your even here.” mumbling her thoughts aloud as she sniffed the air, catching a faint hint of a mouse further away. Pansypelt, now following the mouse with the pregnant queen in a fast trot -as fast as her swollen stomach would allow her to go with kits forming- completely oblivious to the fact she crossed into Moonclan’s side of the border that took her a way into their side of the forest. Still hot on the mouse’s trail with the scent getting closer and closer until she reached a set of bushes, crouching down into the hunter’s crouch as her ears swiveled forward to listen for any movement in the bushes. The mouse scurrying out from the bush and running into the other bush as Pansypelt, tensed her muscles that uncoiled like a spring as she leapt, but more thrown off-balance with her heavier stomach, that now shifted her weight into the left as the tortoiseshell queen landed straight into the depths of a thornbush of all bushes in the forest. The sharp thorns now pricking at her short fur, which were now being tugged on from all directions. Pansypelt, letting out a series of whimpers with the hot tears returning as she flailed in the bush, only making the sharp thorns dig in deeper to the queen’s fur. “I-I don’t think this-this is good. Su-Sunclan will never be able to find me out here.” another half attempt to move caused a painful hiss to escape out when the thorns started to dig into her stomach. Pansypelt, letting out an involuntary shake that went through her body in a fear that she would be trapped in this thornbush until someone found her, if someone found her. The silent night air was almost deafening as the torti queen remained trapped in the thorn bush. “Oh, Helios what did I deserve to be trapped out here in a bush of all places in the middle of night?” mumbling aloud the fear that was rising inside of her as another sniffle surpassed the young queen. Widening her eyes at the thought of being punished for cursing at the last clan meeting when Frecklefern wanted to contact the demon monster Azaris. “It-it-it was only the word f-fuck…. many cats in the clan say curse words. I-I don’t say hardly any of them.” Whining the words aloud as another sob escaped from her throat. Death was not something Pansypelt took lightly, after already experiencing that with her first mate, the last thing she wanted was to die in the middle of Moonclan territory of all places. The sharp thorns continued to dig further into Pansypelt’s short fur, borrowing deeper into her skin and swollen belly, she was still trying to protect. Pansypelt, lifting her head to blink her hazel-colored eyes up at the night sky, sending up a silent prayer that someone would be able to find her trapped and be able to help her out.

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