the white object

Moon nudged Acorn. "Wake up, Acorn." she said. "It's me. Moon, and Fog, and Feather."

Acorn blinked a few times. "What What?" She said, unsure where she was for a second. "Why is your paw bleeding a bit? We have to get Feather." She said, panicky. Until she saw Feather coming with cobwebs. "Oh. How did this happen?" She asked. "Oh goodie! I'm starving, too." She said, licking her whiskers. Acorn's stomach rumbled again.

Moon laughed. "You were dreaming of hawks when we brought it in, and you scratched us." she said. "Don't worry, it's small. It'll heal up in no time."

Feather wrapped the cobwebs around moons paw.''anyone else bleeding?''

"I am." Fog said. He went over to Feather.

OOC: Okay, Fog, now go back to your friend and your games, kay?

Acorn sighed and laughed a little. "Eh....sorry." She apologized.

"It's okay." Moon said, laying by her. "And I won't let another hawk hurt you again, I promise, okay?" Fog said.

Acorn nodded. "Ok. Thanks." She said, smiling. Her real dad died right after she was born so Fog felt like her real father all the way through. Her mom neglected her so Moon felt like her mother all the way through, too. Acorn smiled. "And I will try my best to make sure nothing hurts you two, too." Acorn added.

Fog and Moon smiled. "I'm sorry I haven't said this before..." Moon said. "But, I love you Acorn. I love you too Fog."

Acorn smiled. "I love you, Mom. And I love you, Dad." She said back.

Moon purred and rubbed affectionately against Acorn. "I let in a little word to Feather about your hard work and training." she whispered in Acorn's ear. "Maybe you'll be a Sharpclaw soon, I don't know..."

Acorn smiled. "YES! WOOT!" She cried. "Thanks, Mom." She thanked.

"No problem." Moon said. "You're growing up on me already, my sweet kit."

Acorn smiled. She opened her mouth to speak but her stomach spoke for her. It wouldn't stop growling.

"Let's eat." They took turns taking a bite (Tribe cats take turns sharing like that), and Acorn took big bites. Moon let Acorn eat the rest when Fog left to talk to Feather about something he saw and she was full.

Acorn licked her whiskers again after she devoured the hawk. "She picked meat out of in between her teeth.

Mon laughed a bit. "I guess you were hungry."

Acorn laughed. "Yup I was starving." She laughed.

"Acorn..." Moon started. "What would think if I had kits?"

OOC: She's not expecting, just a question...

Acorn smiled. "That'd be just wonderful!" She mewed. Some siblings and new members of the tribe would be great!" She continued.

Moon laughed softly. "That's good." she said. "Then if I have kits, my little Acorn will still love them." she said as she nuzzled Acorn for a moment.

"Yup!" Acorn agreed. "I want you to have six!" She cried, happily.

Acorn laughed. "Well its a possibility that you might. But I don't count on it!" She chuckled.