don't blame yourself cause you tried as hard as hell // snailfam

✧ Snailcurl.

11/18/22-06/01/23
Aug 28, 2022
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SHATTERED SURFACE SO IMPERFECT
snailcurl | 32 months | female | she/her | physically medium | mentally medium | attack in bold pink
The moon is high in the sky when Snailcurl returns to her nest in the nursery, but if there's one thing she's learned these past moons is that in shadowclan the time of day hardly matters when it comes to planning activities. Night patrols are commonplace - in fact, some cats sleep all day and only awake once the sun has vanished beneath the horizon and the stars come out to play. She'd purposefully asked her fellow queens to make sure her kits went to sleep early in preparation for this late night adventure, and green gaze is warm and light as she pads over, a gentle smile on her maw.

"TIme to wake up little ones," she says softly, gently, "We're going on an adventure," Though it is frowned upon by these clan cats, she sees no harm in taking her kits out on a little venture - they are hers after all, and she'll parent them as she pleases. As Mothkit rouses sleepily, she turns to nudge the rest of the bunch - hardly paying any mind to her additional charge who has chosen once again not to sleep in the same nest as them. Maggotkit has made it more than clear she is not one of hers, and really Snailcurl can't find it within herself to care - not after sproutkit. Four kits are already troublesome enough to keep track of after all.

 
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Mallowkit always wakes up like a rat bolting out of a hole, no matter the gentleness of the cat rousing them. This time is no different: they come awake with a start at the soft sound of their mother’s voice. Muted yellow eyes blink open, darting from Snailcurl to the entry to the nursery and the darkness beyond, still muzzy with sleep and confused at the late (or is it early?) wake-up call.

Clumsily getting their paws under them, they bump their small head against their mother’s shoulder in greeting. ”Mom?” They whisper, a little nervous, ”Where are we going?”

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