private AN ACT OF LOVE // DUCKSHIMMER

[Swallowflutter.]

OUR LOVE STORY
COULD BE KINDA GORY ​

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swallowflutter ❀ 15 moons ❀ polygender ❀ any pronouns ❀ shadowclan warrior​

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Swallowflutter is not, perhaps, the best child. Nor the best sibling, or even the best warrior. A wretched thing, wild, a bit emotionally stunted. She's always known that she was a bit different - a bit odd, even if she's gotten a bit better at masking it. It's easy enough to go through the motions - to say empty words in repetition of her clanmates, to pretend to grieve, to pretend to mourn. To keep her claws to herself most days, to settle for words over blows in disagreements... most of the time, anyways. And sure, its imperfect - but even so her clanmates spare only the briefest of glances her way, and rarely question it besides to scold her impulsivity.

And yet, he loves, in his own strange way. He loves his mother - adores her, adores the way she is so pretty and passive and unassuming; and yet tells him with no small amount of fondness to go for the throat, to give as good as he gets when he is bothered or bullied. Duckshimmer is an idol, in the childs eye - for he is a child, at least as far as his mother is concerned, and perhaps he always will be. Swallowflutter doesn't seem to particularily mind.

And like any good child, when faced by the strangeness of whirling emotions, they seek out their mom - waiting until den is nearly empty before slinking nto her nest, throwing themselves against her side with a quiet purr. " Momma' " they greet, two toned gaze settling heavily onto the tortoiseshell points face. " Ma' - how... how do you know? If you like someone. Love them. " it is perhaps, a heavy question to ask so casually, but Swallowflutter has never been one to daly about, always preffering to get straight to the point.

━ actions & " speech, " & 'thoughts/quotes' ━

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( ━ F A R ━ F R O M ━ B O R I N G ━ )

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// @Duckshimmer

 

[Duckshimmer]

*+:｡.｡ Swallowflutter had always been more on the...odder side of things. Duckshimmer didn't love her any less, mind you, but it was a fact even Swallowflutter wasn't ignorant of. Revealed to be a little less empathetic, a little more selfish, a lot less interested in socializing, as much as Duckshimmer loved her children for just the way they were, traits like that wouldn't do Swallowflutter much good in clan life. Thus, there was more still for Duckshimmer to teach him. Though it wasn't a mother's favorite thing to show her child how to mask, she couldn't deny she was quite proud of her child's progress. From a wild, biting, almost feral acting child to one of Shadowclan's best - despite his assumptions about himself - Duckshimmer was happy to claim their bloodline. Even then, there was a lot to gain from Swallowflutter's less desirable traits. She just needed to harness that chaotic energy of hers in the name of, if not Shadowclan, herself.
Duckshimmer doesn't mind showing her child the way, even after they've surely outgrown Duckshimmer's extended wing.
It'd be nice to have him in her nest for a while longer...though Duckshimmer might avoid admitting such aloud.

Still, she isn't sure what she'll have left for Swallowflutter after that. Duckshimmer isn't boundless in knowledge, unfortunately, despite Swallowflutter's unending admiration. A heavy burden she thought she would've lost by now...How strange it was, waiting for the pin to drop - for Swallowflutter to one day figure out that Duckshimmer was just as foolishly mortal as any other boring old lady. She wasn't sure if she ought to rip that bandage off herself...if it was selfish of her not to.

"oof" Duckshimmer blinks out of her slumber when something heavy shoves against her side. Her child's scent fills her nose instantly - the traces of milk and nursery moss still prevalent despite the many, many moons since their kittenhood. "Sweetheart, haven't I already taught you never to ruin your mamma's beauty sleep?" She lets out a delicate yawn, ignoring the powerful burst of irritation despite the edge it adds to her voice. Emotions lately...damn them. It doesn't help that Swallowflutter's voice sends an unexplainable spike straight through Duckshimmer's throat. Carefully keeping her mouth shut, lest she releases an improper, and rather embarrassing, stutter,

She disguises the moment she needs to recover by sighing like a sage preparing to answer the same question the umpteenth time. Which, honestly, she feels is accurate. Why did so many felines believe her to be the master of such a heavy answer? She, who couldn't even -
Another heavy sigh escapes her.
"Why does my little duckling need to know something like that?" she asks softly, grooming Swallowflutter's fur.

*+:｡.｡ Updated 6/5/24

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  GENERAL:
  ⚜ Duckshimmer
  ⚜ DFAB— She/Her — Bisexual
  ⚜ 33 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
  ⚜ Mother to Singepaw, Swallowpaw and Sneezepaw
  ⚜ Shadowclan — Warrior
  
  
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ⚜Physically medium | mentally hard
  ⚜ Attack in bold #ffa98f
  injuries: None currently