#mossroot

Unn: Right over there.

White Lady, half laying on a bench: Worry not my dearests, I assure you both that I am completely fine.

Pale King: ... Right. Uh huh. Certainly. I completely and utterly believe you, love, which is why I'm going to hand you these antitoxin vials so that you may choose the ones that you need right now.

Unn: So, how far along are you on those soil testing kits?

Pale King: Nearly done.

White Lady: You needn't worry about those, I'm perfectly capable of detecting what toxins lay in the soil and in what quantity.

Absolutely nothing.

It's pretty taboo to ask a she-cat (or anyone she-cat adjacent) who sired her kittens, and while Misty, Moss, and Stone may certainly have noticed that no one claiming to be their mother's partner came to visit, it wouldn't have been out of the norm.

They do know the story about their sire- at least, they know it the way Blueflood tells it. Their mother mistook friendship for love and threw herself into a whirl-wind relationship with their sire, but quickly broke it off, and they never saw each other again. Blueflood feels sad that she never loved him the way that he loved her, but she can't regret the time they spent together, because it resulted in her children.