Recent content by Honeydapple

CW: Direct mention of miscarriage, loss, and birth Honeydapple hadn't gone far in her excursion, they were just shy of Thunderclan's camp walls to catch some fresh air. Sure, Howlingstar might share some stern words upon returning, but it was the first time in days she hadn't felt miserably...

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She hasn't noticed the Honeydapple jolted upright, solemn expression dissipating as Thundergleam's ghostly figure appeared. Craining their head she leveled a kind look to her clanmate. Earlier smile returning as she returned the greeting. "Oh, hello!" When her blue gaze met Thundergleam's sorry...

After Gentlestorm's general fussing and advice, she departed from her friend to prepare a new nest. Caving to the reality she was becoming more of a hindrance to daily tasks. She was rapidly nearing her due date, and the pointed she-cat was now plump around the sides. Morning sickness had eased...

As the moon began to creep its way high into the sky, Honeydapple's eyes betrayed her sense of uncertainty. She hoped bringing Softpaw has been okay and that tonight's gathering would be a peaceful event. The trek was bearable this time, and she appreciated Softpaw for tolerating their slower...

Just as the storm let up, the nursery was once again rowdy. The pointed she-cat had yet to move herself into a proper nest, but the plan was surely on the horizon. The commotion was enough to stir the expectant mother to alertness. Slowly, she sat up from her nap, as a blur of brown fur flashes...

Never far from the nursery came the splotched molly trotting along with a hefty squirrel in her jaws. After a successful hunt she was feeling a bit better. Days had begun to blur together without the presence of Grizzlyjaw but working seemed to give her something to think about. Humming softly...

Softpaw's gentle inquiry prompts her to suck in a watery breath. Starclan, why? Squeezing both eyes tightly, then opening them, the molly does her best not to sound as tormented as she feels. Low and wobbly, Honeydapple croaks a reply. "No. Nothing." More tears mar her pointed features as she...

Her whole world seemed to spin for a moment at Leafhusk's mew, pupils narrowing with fear as she fell back onto eggshell haunches, needing a moment to collect herself. It was horrifying to realize that no one seemed to know where her mate was. Come on, Honey, you have to do something! Stumbling...

For what seemed like days she had combed through every inch and nook within Thunderclan's territory. Splitting off from Raccoonstripe's group and setting out onto familiar paths. One's they used to galivant through on chilly nights and tree's they had cuddled beneath. Looking around every...

It was just a usual day of clan life meandering. Her mate was up early for a change and off on the most recent hunting excursion. Cleaning, patrolling, hunting, eating and kits were playing about her. Chatter filled the air and Honeydapple felt content as she kept a distant eye on the eager...

She remembered the day of their return from the mountains, when his first litter had been nestled into Leopardtongue's side, Batwing's pride in becoming a lead and their fearsome call to war when they regained their home from rogue's. Quietly, she watched as Gentlestorm prepared the body...

The days had felt more and more lonesome since Honeydapple had taken notice of her mate's regular absences. She had prioritized early hunting and kitsitting or spending time with her friend in the Medicine Cat Den. Honeydapple was a far more social being than her partner that preferred the...

Flamewhisker's birth had given her a much needed high of delight but Howlingstar's call made reality creep in. Slowly, she joined Softpaw at their free side with a saddened look, taking in the injured tabby. Always the cat known to bare the weight of Thunderclan's hopes and losses. The leader...

It had grown more difficult for the molly to test the waters of the territory outside of camp walls. Wolves, deer, hawks and horses not to mention past rogue activity colored her mind with frights. Honeydapple wasn't a complete worry-wart but it felt like cats were still losing their lives left...