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her chest hurts. it hurts a lot, nowadays, but rebuilding in the wake of staggering loss . . has been slow. continuous. her bones ache, her coat and eyes dull as she noses through the fern curtain leading into the nursery, ” tansyshine? “ she mews, blinking against the sudden darkness — outside is only light, the golden and reds of sunset that beam across the molly’s face when she enters. she smells of the wilderness, of patrol and humidity and the leaf litter that clings to shadowy limbs, ” are you busy? “ she was so often, taking care of the kits that had started with no family. with no kin, no care . . she cannot claim to understand the pain of it.
she’d been blessed with family in her youth, grew with love, nurtured into what she was now — she was lucky to have had them so long. she was lucky . . unlike coalpaw or hopepaw, or poor honeykit or coltpaw. it hurt, still. it hurt, to be the eldest, to be standing in the wake of rabbitnose and sunfreckle’s loss, a reminder of her sister and everything their family had suffered. tansyshine . . was the closest thing she had, now. a comfort, familiar and soft and there in the wake of everything. suffering, too, ” i just wanted to see how . . how you were doing. “ she is tired. so tired. her voice warbles, ” can i lay next to you? just for a little while? “ a break, please, a suspended moment in time. she would surely return to the real world, the darkness, the cruelties eventually.
she’d been blessed with family in her youth, grew with love, nurtured into what she was now — she was lucky to have had them so long. she was lucky . . unlike coalpaw or hopepaw, or poor honeykit or coltpaw. it hurt, still. it hurt, to be the eldest, to be standing in the wake of rabbitnose and sunfreckle’s loss, a reminder of her sister and everything their family had suffered. tansyshine . . was the closest thing she had, now. a comfort, familiar and soft and there in the wake of everything. suffering, too, ” i just wanted to see how . . how you were doing. “ she is tired. so tired. her voice warbles, ” can i lay next to you? just for a little while? “ a break, please, a suspended moment in time. she would surely return to the real world, the darkness, the cruelties eventually.
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AND I AM A WITNESS WATCHING ITFRECKLEFLAME 𖦹 . LESBIAN, SINGLE. SMELLS LIKE SUN - WARMED OAK AND RICH, EARTHY MUSK. TWENTY MOONS OLD. FRIEND & SISTER TO MANY! NAMED A WARRIOR OF THUNDERCLAN ON 8 / 3 / 2023. MENTORING BRAVEPAW! PENNED BY ANTLERS
-----------------------------------------she / her, eldest daughter of the late rabbitnose and sunfreckle. big, fluffy cream - ribboned tortoiseshell with seaglass eyes. she is fire - forged, smoldering ; something bright and voracious, radiant as the blazes that once raged through her homeland. shades of vibrant russet, dousing swathes of shadow and interwoven with ribbons pale cream come to drape like licks of flame over her hulking form. a heft of roundness settles comfortably upon her form in adulthood, padding muscle hardened by her life in the forest and yet still partially concealed beneath a tangled thicket of undergrowth - laden pelt. warriorhood had brought her to full height ; kittypet lineage showing itself in glimpses of rotund paws and tufted, long - furred toes set upon thick, tabby - splotched limbs. she is broad shouldered and square - jawed, wild cheek fur like the blazing edges of a red sun — a mirrors image of her father, sunfreckle, and just as warm.
