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[ tagging @GORSEKIT @valleykit and @slateheart ! pls wait for one of them to post :) ]
I need... Cottonsprig. The pain of a parent is not unknown to her. Slateheart sought her out, kits dangling from his teeth, from the warriors that followed him (Sunstar had been here, then.) Something in the wilderness happened beyond her, but she did not have it in herself to pry. Her pain lives in the Clan, too. In little maws just beginning to eat prey, in sharp green eyes, in speckled paws and longing glances. Who is she to judge him, his children, in whatever happened behind them? Who is she to condemn the youths who had no choice in the matter, or the tom that likely lost more than he let on?
She could not mother them. StarClan must've had a chuckle in the situation, watching her deign over newborns shortly before passing them on. A nursing queen has taken in the two tots, helped them grow, develop, learn. Two moons have passed since then, Scorchstar now ascended to leadership, and the two kittens venturing further and further from the nursery.
That day, she only notices them when a stray moss ball collides with her paw.
Her gaze flicks over, softening immediately as little paws trot quickly towards her. "Ohhh, is this belonging to you two?" She chirps softly. Blue eyes scan the camp briefly, finding Slateheart not far off. Tending to his kittens, perhaps, to give their foster mother a break? She offers him a half smile, the understanding in it locked behind clicked teeth. Her gaze falls back to the twins, "I have some time. Do you think I could play a game or two?"
I need... Cottonsprig. The pain of a parent is not unknown to her. Slateheart sought her out, kits dangling from his teeth, from the warriors that followed him (Sunstar had been here, then.) Something in the wilderness happened beyond her, but she did not have it in herself to pry. Her pain lives in the Clan, too. In little maws just beginning to eat prey, in sharp green eyes, in speckled paws and longing glances. Who is she to judge him, his children, in whatever happened behind them? Who is she to condemn the youths who had no choice in the matter, or the tom that likely lost more than he let on?
She could not mother them. StarClan must've had a chuckle in the situation, watching her deign over newborns shortly before passing them on. A nursing queen has taken in the two tots, helped them grow, develop, learn. Two moons have passed since then, Scorchstar now ascended to leadership, and the two kittens venturing further and further from the nursery.
That day, she only notices them when a stray moss ball collides with her paw.
Her gaze flicks over, softening immediately as little paws trot quickly towards her. "Ohhh, is this belonging to you two?" She chirps softly. Blue eyes scan the camp briefly, finding Slateheart not far off. Tending to his kittens, perhaps, to give their foster mother a break? She offers him a half smile, the understanding in it locked behind clicked teeth. Her gaze falls back to the twins, "I have some time. Do you think I could play a game or two?"