camp Acting like I'm fine - pafp (medicine den)

[Lilacbird]

do you wanna know how it feels ​

Please wait for @robinheart !//
The walls of the temporary medicine den were overwhelming of scents of different herbs, or perhaps it was Moonbeam herself- the poor girl had lost so much, and now had to use them on her. For being reckless, careless- she should've done it all better. She could've just grabbed the scrap of fur and ran- but for how long until the fox would be on her heels?

The water had burned her lungs, but it was nowhere near as painful as it's yellowing teeth raking into her flesh, tearing flesh away from her shoulder. Sniffing it, her nose twitching in distaste, her deep blue gaze would turn back foreward, resting a cream coloured chin on lilac paws. Though her head perked up, head tilting softly. "Oh- he-hello, Rob-robinheart," she barely managed, swallowing hard to finally get the other queens name out of her chest in a single breath.

The others focus seemed to be on her, but perhaps she was mistaken. But nonetheless, she felt the need to pull someone into a conversation. "C-care to accompany me, f-for j-just a m-moment?" The queen asks, a gentle and inviting smile upon her maw, whiskers twitching in contentment.

"How's everyone doing?"
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do you wanna know, know that it doesn't hurt me
she/her ⋆ 30 moons old ⋆ lilac tortie with blue eyes ⋆ information

 

[robinheart]

The makeshift nursery lacks the bodies it should have within it. Lilacbird, accosted to the makeshift medicine den for treatment of injuries. Apricotflower… Robinheart swallows hard at the thought of her mother. Of what had become of the queen. She should be here, is all the tortoiseshell can think, her eyes glazed over with emotion.

She needs a break from the nursery. From the festering grief it stirs within her gut as she recalls where her mother's nest had been when Robinheart was a mere kit and called the copse a temporary home. From the fuzzy pelts of her godchildren who remind her of a molly who should be here had she not acted with selfish intent (and yet Robinheart cannot hate Gladefrost for leaving her).

Her paws bring her to the temporary medicine den. The light perfume of rescued herbs is inviting just as much as it is stifling. Citrine eyes do lot linger on the sparse walls for more than a second before drifting to Lilacbird.

She grimaces at the queen's struggle to speak, the breathless nature too reminiscent of Brookstorm's last days.

And then the guilt settles in for her expression. Robinheart does not intend to appear unhappy to see her fellow queen. She lightly shakes her head apologetically and forces a smile towards the other. "Hello Lilacbird," she murmurs as she pads closer, moving to settle beside the nest bound molly. Her hind leg aches as she seats herself, plush tail wrapping around her paws as Lilacbird speaks. "I would love to accompany you for as long as you will have me. The nursery is rather lonely without your presence," Robinheart muses as her forced smile shifts into something softer and genuine. "I believe everyone is hanging in there though. Trying to make the best of our… situation. How are you feeling?"

She redirects the conversation simply to not have to face the loss of her mother and other clanmates for moments longer. Selfish, but her heart requires it for now.​

[ penned by kerms ]​