Dammit Rila cursed internally upon seeing the group Brifer, her ears flat and tail bristling. They are early, and being early means a shorter cycle, likely not even a quarter moon cycle with how premature their arrival is. And only three pairs? This is going to cause conflict with the other tribes.
A squeeze on her arm threw her back to her closest friend and fellow member of the feline tribe Relise, her wide eyes revealing that panic had taken root in her thoughts. "What do we do?" she asks, trusting Rila to know better and have a plan.
Not a bad call since Rila despite her streaks of mischief was days away from becoming one of the tribe's mollies, so she should have had an idea of what to do.
And that she did, Rila had snuck a sack of knock-out powder from the supply. Something told her she would need it –her gut instinct being why she was chosen to become a molly despite her antics. Rila expected to knock out an old tom sent to fetch them or at worst someone from the other tribes, not having to use it to secure a pair of Brifer.
This secret outing with Relise was supposed to be one last act of mischief before letting the duties of mollyhood fully weigh her tail –the location she chose a possible landing site for the Brifer showing just how heavy they already were. The scolding from her seniors would be worth it, heck they likely expected it from her. But, now she would likely become the head of the mollies, the Queen because of this situation.
She took a look at her paw in mischief since childhood Relise, feeling the weight on her tail grow, and resolutely told her "I don't know yet, but we need to get a pair of them to the tribe."
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