“Wake up.” Swanpath nudged Puddlefrost awake gently, a small push to the young tom’s shoulder. The creamy white feline then made it to Sleekfeather’s side, eyeing the slumbering tom thoughtfully before completely dragging him out of his nest. It was not an easy feat, considering how much the tom had grown from being a tiny tot to the beast he was now. “Get up and follow me, boys,” the former queen whispered and left as silently as she’d crept in.
Swanpath rolled her shoulders, releasing some of the tension there as she breathed in the delicate scent of early morning. The scar crossing over her left eye, from chin to brow, had healed well though its size and ugliness were still off-putting. ‘At least you aren’t blind, oh wait,’ the white warrior snorted, ‘you are.’ Swanpath had been cleared to hunt and train, but she still preferred morning and evening hunting and training when the sun had fewer opportunities to cause her pain. Her eye was hyper-sensitive to light, and it was prone to causing headaches and eye pain when exposed to too much light. Which was why the mother had chosen now to spend much needed time with her boys.