A Giants Curiosity.
The Queens of Windclan are antsy.
Wildheart a giant of a tom known for his ferocity in battle and standoffish demeanor has been sticking around the nursery, either staring at the Queens and kits with a stoic expression at least having the decency to look embarrassed if he noticed he had been caught, or when he dared to move closer he kept a INTENSE gaze on his paws, refusing to look to the others.
Eventually a soft spoken and sweet Queen who's kits have little time left calls him over and much to the surprise of the others, He comes forward.
"Wildheart?" A soft voice speaks up snapping the tom out of his own thoughts, He looked up to the source of the call, A tired looking white she cat with a splash of orange on the side of her muzzle. Robinsong had been watching the tom who had been eyeing the tiny kits and mothers for a few days now but always kept a distance, she decided to take action into her own paws
"You can come here" she says softly motioning with her head for him to come over. He paused seemingly weighing out his options, seemingly wishing he could melt into his own shadow before he slowly got up and padded towards the she cat slowly head low as he stopped at the opening. His large stature blocking the warming sun and plunging the den in darkness. Kits gawked, and queens were either perturbed or annoyed but Robinsong simply spoke softly
"Do you want to see them?" she asks tipping her head to the side. Wildhearts amber eyes widen in surprise dipping his head and carefully stepping into the den speaking softly and unsure
"Am-..am I allowed to?" he asks looking down to her, she nods softly and the tom walks further in to sit beside her. Robinsong moves her tail which had longer fur than the rest of her pelt to reveal two small sickly bundles of fur one a peachy tabby tom and the other white with just hints of light light tan markings in her pelt, that hardly responded to the change one letting out a pitiful mewl. Any other cat would feel intense pity for both Robinsong and the kits at first sight, after all it was no secret she didn't have long with them. They had been born weak and had only gotten weaker by the day. But WIldhearts eyes were wide with wonder and amazement.
"There so small" he whispers, a white and grey she cat wincing at the wording. Causing Robinsong to chuckle knowing the tom didn't mean it.
"Yes they are, would you like to know there names?" she asks smiling up to him as he nods, eyes not once leaving the kits at her belly
"He is Pumpkinkit" she whispers leaning her head down to lick the Peach tabby "And she is Cottonkit" Robinsong hums repeating the action on the she kit. "Are you expecting kits Wildheart?" she asks suddenly in the same soft tone shocking the tom
"I- uh what?" he stammers causing her to giggle
"I'm not looking to judge or ask who the mother is." she says "But I've noticed your sudden curiosity about kits." she says "Your free to ask me questions Wildheart, Becoming a parent is scary, especially knowing you can't always protect them... But I promise you will never love anything or anyone more than your little ones, Every moment with them, will be the most fufilling part of your life... don't take them for granted spend as much time with them and show them how much you love them" she says tears lightly gathering in her eyes as she moves her tail to cover them once again. Wildhearts eyes soften looking to Robinsong for the first time he places his forehead against hers.
"I promise"