💧 pebblenose 💧
Their relationship had never been the grandest, their worlds slowly shifting away as they had gotten older. She had stuck to herself helping around when she needed too, aiding the mothers in the nursery when they needed a moment away from their children. She hadn't particular mind their differences it was nice to stay in the shadows and watch her clanmates flourished. When her sister was announced to be the next deputy, she felt a sudden rush of pride for them. She had known they had worked really hard for their rank, and she honestly was rather happy for her despite their lack of communication.
Her need to talk with snowfeather hadn't been so urgent until she had fallen deathly ill. It hadn't come so sudden; it had progressively gotten worse for her over time to the point where she couldn't exactly pinpoint where it had turned for the worse for her. On days where she felt like she'd wither away and pass on she had thought back on her life and the many mistakes she had done the older she had gotten. Today was probably one of those days where she had a "up day" She didn't feel as sick as she had been and was able to walk about.
Snowfeather had recently given birth to her kits, so the molly had known she'd be around camp for some time. The black and white feline had thought over a million times of what she might say, if her sister would even give her the time of day. She wouldn't have blamed her otherwise; they weren't close whatsoever. Letting out a cough or two the molly had mustered the courage to go to the nursery she'd make sure to stay a bit away as to not get anyone sick with whatever she had.
Letting out a deep breath she stuck her head inside letting her eyes adjust to the light as she softly said, "S-snowfeather...?"
Snowfeather seemed a bit confused by her sister's sudden appearance, but as the words flowed from Pebblenose's mouth, the queen found the strength to move away from her newborns and approach her sister. She smelled heavily of milk and sweet-smelling herbs, and a soft twinkle seemed to be in her gaze since introducing her sons to the world. "Pebblenose, hold on," she mewed, shaking her head slightly as the grogginess began to dissipate. She jerked her head forward, motioning for the warrior to follow her outside -- somewhere quieter. Leading her behind the nursery so they were sheltered from the chilly wind, Snowfeather sat on her haunches and tucked her half-there tail beside her. "What's going on? How sick have you been? Why didn't you tell me?" she asked, shaking her head in disbelief. Even if Pebblenose didn't want to admit she was ill to Snowfeather as her sister, she should've told her as her deputy. Although, the white and gray molly had been tucked away in the nursery for quite some time. It wasn't surprising she missed a few pieces of clan news here and there.