private do you feel like a young god?

[hyacinthbreath]

♚ Her trip to the medicine den had resulted in a nice little wrap of herbs that soon turned into a paste to plaster against her fresh wound. She'd taken the scarring with dignity, and it resulted in her freedom. She was loyal to Sootstar, would cast the world to ruin if it meant keeping WindClan safe for her. But over and over, she is reminded that Sootstar is a cat like her- mortal. She only had nine lives to begin with. Nine chances against fate. When she was gone, all she had left was WindClan under Duskfire's rule. Where did her obligations truly lie? With her family, in WindClan? Or their Leader, serving as a perfect soldier that kept everyone at a distance?

She hears a shuffling from the side of the medicine den, and under some moss she spies Periwinklekit, sniffling softly to himself. Had he seen it? Worry consumes her, and Hyacinth carefully steps around the little tom's nest, curling herself around it. "I know you're awake, little one. Do you want to snuggle and talk about what's on your mind?" She asks softly, unsure if this was the right way to go about it. Was this how a mother should act? Nourishing, nurturing, loving? Her mother was never like this, but she supposed she wished she would have been. She should learn to be this way with all of her kits.

@Periwinklebreeze. ​

 

[Periwinklebreeze.]

PERFECT LITTLE PUNCHING BAG​

periwinklekit | 03 months | demi-boy | he/they | physically easy (pacifist) | mentally easy | attack in bold #ccccff​

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As hyacinth curls about him, he can only stare down at the pale blue flower cupped between his paws, it's petals dulled with time, brittle and fragile but no less important to him. He remembers how excited aspenpaw had been to bring him something nice, to give him a gift in return, and he can't bear to think of what will happen to them when he has to leave the safety of the medicine den once more. As much as he wants to be upset, be mad at her - want's to ask how she can do this to herself, put herself into that position, he already knows very well. He likes sootstar too, wanted to make her proud. But in the deepest depth of his soul he knows he's always been different. He doesn't have the same goals as them, the same ideas. A quiet sniffle leaves his nose, and he's no longer sure if its remnants of his illness of the tears he's holding back that clog his sinuses. "are you reall-y ok-kay," he mumbles quietly, not yet willing to admit what he can barely acknowledge in the confines of his own mind. He settles instead on uncurling jsut a bit, pressing his pelt against hers. It isn't her fault after all.

 

[hyacinthbreath]

♚ "Oh, meine Liebe.." Soft coos of reassurance from the tiny molly, her tail coming up to Periwinklekit's face to wipe the snot and tears away. In the past, she would have never come so close to a child- they disgusted her, growing up. Or was it fear, because they were so fragile? Hyacinth presses her nose to the kits' head, attempting to comfort him. "I'm quite alright. The wound stings, but nothing that won't heal thanks to Dandy's super cool skills." She smiles down at the little tom, watching as he unfurls and moves to lay against her. He's getting so big, she's noticed- no longer the tiny, underweight little boy he used to be. He was growing into his own body, and even with his sickness he seemed strong. Growing strong.

"Are you ready for your apprenticeship, little moon?" ​