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MY LITTLE DOVE WHY DO YOU CRY
mottledove | 17 months | female | she/her | physically extremely easy | mentally very hard | attack in bold #74a2a5
mottledove | 17 months | female | she/her | physically extremely easy | mentally very hard | attack in bold #74a2a5
Mottledove has never known what it is like to have a family. She's never had a mother, never had a father - no siblings to speak of either. Her earliest memories are only of her nest, her twoleg, of pain and milk-scent and nothing more. Tweleve moons - that's how long she'd been alone, passing the days by waiting in the windowsill or upon her tower like fairytale princess - locked away. Trapped.
She'd loved her twoleg very much despite it all - even when she'd never known the feel of grass beneath her paws, or what the world beyond the glass had looked like. Until suddenly she did - strange contraption wrapped around her pale frame, tethered in place. Suddenly there was grass and flowers and trees - there were birds and insects making all manner of sounds, a breeze to ruffle her fur, the touch of the warm sun against her fur as she basked
And then, here was him. He'd seemed so kind at first, with his warm amber eyes, speaking of such wonderfully strange things, free to roam the earth as he pleased. And suddenly, she'd wanted for the first time - wanted to be free, to be happy. Wanted him.
She'd thought she'd had him - but it'd been all lies, hadn't it? Promises made during those springtime days were naught but lies, she'd only been one of the many. She'd been his - but he'd never been hers. And as though the world was mocking her, it was not enough to lose her lover, her mate, but her twoleg had discarded her too - taken from her all she'd had, leaving her with only herself.
Herself - and the kits she could feel wriggling within her belly. She hadn't really thought things through past that point - whispers of cats living in the forest, strange feline rescuers, all of it passing by in a sudden blur. She'd screamed and cried and egged, had followed them here, had joined them. What choice did she have? She'd lost everything that had once made her -well, her.
Dull blue eyes watch blankly as leaves flutter by, as though dancing upon the breeze. It's strange, she thinks, how comfortable she is now, how settled. Sure, the world outside the camps walls is terrifying, but she is no longer alone. She's made... friends, of a sort, she thinks - bobbie and yukio, and that strange tom who'd given her hope in the first place, Slate, she thinks.
And now - she has them.
Warmth sparks to life as she stares down at the three bundles curled up at her side, her fluffy tail encircling them protectively as they nurse. Two little she-kits and a tom, so perfect and small. Her smile falters from a moment as memories flicker by, the tiny blue tabby at her side the spitting image of the one she wishes she could forget. But her resolve only hardens - she will love these kits. "Aspenkit," she decides, a name as different from his as she can come up with. "... pollenkit, and pipitkit,"
Three names fitting for skyclans newest members - for her kits.
She'd loved her twoleg very much despite it all - even when she'd never known the feel of grass beneath her paws, or what the world beyond the glass had looked like. Until suddenly she did - strange contraption wrapped around her pale frame, tethered in place. Suddenly there was grass and flowers and trees - there were birds and insects making all manner of sounds, a breeze to ruffle her fur, the touch of the warm sun against her fur as she basked
And then, here was him. He'd seemed so kind at first, with his warm amber eyes, speaking of such wonderfully strange things, free to roam the earth as he pleased. And suddenly, she'd wanted for the first time - wanted to be free, to be happy. Wanted him.
She'd thought she'd had him - but it'd been all lies, hadn't it? Promises made during those springtime days were naught but lies, she'd only been one of the many. She'd been his - but he'd never been hers. And as though the world was mocking her, it was not enough to lose her lover, her mate, but her twoleg had discarded her too - taken from her all she'd had, leaving her with only herself.
Herself - and the kits she could feel wriggling within her belly. She hadn't really thought things through past that point - whispers of cats living in the forest, strange feline rescuers, all of it passing by in a sudden blur. She'd screamed and cried and egged, had followed them here, had joined them. What choice did she have? She'd lost everything that had once made her -well, her.
Dull blue eyes watch blankly as leaves flutter by, as though dancing upon the breeze. It's strange, she thinks, how comfortable she is now, how settled. Sure, the world outside the camps walls is terrifying, but she is no longer alone. She's made... friends, of a sort, she thinks - bobbie and yukio, and that strange tom who'd given her hope in the first place, Slate, she thinks.
And now - she has them.
Warmth sparks to life as she stares down at the three bundles curled up at her side, her fluffy tail encircling them protectively as they nurse. Two little she-kits and a tom, so perfect and small. Her smile falters from a moment as memories flicker by, the tiny blue tabby at her side the spitting image of the one she wishes she could forget. But her resolve only hardens - she will love these kits. "Aspenkit," she decides, a name as different from his as she can come up with. "... pollenkit, and pipitkit,"
Three names fitting for skyclans newest members - for her kits.
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