- Dec 19, 2023
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"... Are you sure?"
The conversation could be half heard in the chatter of camp. Splashdance, indisputably round and visibly tired, holds a ball of moss beneath her chin. Her river blues hold to her partner, who's warmth bleeds from him like a river. He upheld his end of the bargain - that she wouldn't have her life upended until newleaf came. Perhaps it's a shimmering comfort in his eyes knowing that she will no longer attend patrols nor try to hunt - that she and their shared lineage will be safe. She imagines she would have the same relief if she were on the other side, and as much doesn't admonish him for being something of a hovering hen in the moment. Still, "I can find new moss, Pebs. You can keep our nest..."
Still, they press forward. Splashdance finds the itching in her paws to be of no comfort as they approach the nursery, not quite empty but not as full as it had been when she arrived here all those seasons ago. She didn't expect herself to be among the first queens here (and frankly, dreads the responsibility that may be for her.) Her tail lashes as she steps inside, trying to hide the discomfort beneath her silky fur. Her eyes glaze over the emptiness, all before landing on a puddle of sunshine once again.
"Looks like I'm finally joining you, Joykit," she attempts to inject the other's namesake into her tone, dropping the moss and beginning to paw it out into a comfortable shape. She'll be needing more... but she'll complain about that later.
[ talking with @pebbletail and @Joykit but no need to wait for either! ]
The conversation could be half heard in the chatter of camp. Splashdance, indisputably round and visibly tired, holds a ball of moss beneath her chin. Her river blues hold to her partner, who's warmth bleeds from him like a river. He upheld his end of the bargain - that she wouldn't have her life upended until newleaf came. Perhaps it's a shimmering comfort in his eyes knowing that she will no longer attend patrols nor try to hunt - that she and their shared lineage will be safe. She imagines she would have the same relief if she were on the other side, and as much doesn't admonish him for being something of a hovering hen in the moment. Still, "I can find new moss, Pebs. You can keep our nest..."
Still, they press forward. Splashdance finds the itching in her paws to be of no comfort as they approach the nursery, not quite empty but not as full as it had been when she arrived here all those seasons ago. She didn't expect herself to be among the first queens here (and frankly, dreads the responsibility that may be for her.) Her tail lashes as she steps inside, trying to hide the discomfort beneath her silky fur. Her eyes glaze over the emptiness, all before landing on a puddle of sunshine once again.
"Looks like I'm finally joining you, Joykit," she attempts to inject the other's namesake into her tone, dropping the moss and beginning to paw it out into a comfortable shape. She'll be needing more... but she'll complain about that later.
[ talking with @pebbletail and @Joykit but no need to wait for either! ]