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A makeshift den made from long and wide leaves with a thick flooring of moss.

Braveheart a hardly seen warroir braced the eyes of other cat's as he softly padded up to the nursey. Back from successful hunts to feed the sick, elder and kits. They had all been fed and Braveheart knew all the Queens that had birthed had been fed but one. She had no mate and had kitted with no Tom to help her. Her name, Pebblecreek the she-cat his heart loved to greatly it could just burst. Entering with the permission of the she-cats and walking quietly watching his step and holding what was actually his dinner in his mouth firmly. He had decided Pebblecreek needed it more then he did. She'd need to eat to keep producing milk for her new born kits. Even if he was a big lumbering Tom he was agile and careful. Sitting down in front of her meaning no ill intent as he set what was a meaty mouse down and nudging it towards her with his nose. "You need to eat." A soft whisper not to disturb any kits and mothers that may be sleeping.

Pebblecreek lifted her head when she smelled the familiar scent, she then laid her head back down as he padded over to her, she sighed softly and nuzzled her kits, who were all trying to catch some sleep before they go out and play again. She lifted her head once more when he came and sat in front of her, " Only if you share this with me Braveheart, I know that this was yours at first," Pebblecreek said softly, her eyes glinted in the light that shown through the nursery, she gazed at Braveheart, waiting his answer to her proposition.

Braveheart for a moment saw her kits. They were healthy bundles of fur and would surely be good warroirs one day. Sitting and his tail tucked to his side. He wanted her to eat and she needed to eat. Pebblecreek she had a kind heart. He could see way her first mate had loved her before his death. "You must eat first then. I cannot until you do first." Braveheart speaking softly. He felt un-used to his own voice. Hardly ever using it for he preferred to be by himself. Wasn't a socail cat but now he felt that this was the time to get close to her. To show her his heart loved only her. His golden yellow eyes had a soft freindly loving gleam towards her. Even if she wasn't his he'd do what he deceased mate couldn't do for her in death.