private I can't tell if I'm learning ✶ Pearlkit

[Owlheart]

Part of Owlheart is always waiting to hear the sound of Pearlkit's raspy breath. To try and call out to Fireflyglow yet again, would this be an ever present issue or would his asthma become manageable in time? She's no medicine cat and she knows this, yet she stresses over his well being the same as any mother would. The tabby sits beside the eldest son, watching him in the nursery while the other kits were out playing with Thornwhisker. She had heard wheezing again, too scared that another flare up would happen she promised that they'd play games of their own. Instead she curls up beside him, taking advantage of the warmth that the nursery brings. Not that the Warriors den isn't warm, it's just different she supposes.

Everything feels different, nothing seems right as the frost settles and the snow coming soon after. Hopefully an early leaf-bare meant an early newleaf, she thinks Pearlkit might like that. She hopes so, would that make his asthma worse? What even triggers it? The unknown of that is enough to drive her mad but she stubbornly persists on avoiding that. Instead a warm purr rumbles from her throat, curling around the tom to patiently clean his fur.

"Do you want to hear a story, Pearlkit?" She mumbles quietly, pausing her attempts to tame his fur to brush her tail along his side. There's that concern once again that maybe she's not doing enough, maybe she's not paying enough attention. She hopes that's not the case, clearing her throat she glances to the nursery entrance. "I think you'll be a great warrior one day" she muses thoughtfully, smiling fondly at the first born kit. "I bet you'll be a great climber, or maybe you'll enjoy fighting more" she wonders if he would take after any of his three parents in this regard, she supposes they have to first get through this cold weather to find out. ​

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• ooc. @PEARLKIT disclaimer that this is before she gets white cough lmao

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  OWLHEART
  She / her ||Warrior of SkyClan || 20 moons
  ❥ An orange tabby with low white and an owls feather tucked in her tail.
  ❥ Mates with Oddgleam and Crowsight | Mother to Pearlkit, Cuckookit, Morningkit, Brightkit and Ravenkit.
  ❥ Mentoring Hollypaw
  ❥ "Speech", thoughts, attacking
  ❥ Penned by Juice ⏐ouijeejuice on discord {open to being dmed for plots}

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[PEARLKIT]

The world so far is harsh. It's cold, he's coughing; his siblings seem so much stronger than him. There's an innate frustration building in him that he doesn't know how to settle. Because this is all that he has known life to be. A constant series of not being able to breath, of coughing too hard, of hearing Morningkit sniffle and his other siblings play. For parents who worry and chitter; queens who keep a constant eye. The world outside is cold, and getting colder, and it seems that each day their den only gets more chilly.

But there is warmth too, a little beacon of light, and it's his mother. His siblings are off playing, a fact of which had first made him particularly huffy, until his mother wraps herself around him and his annoyed sigh turns into a purr instead. He presses his cheek into her fur, wiggles his body around until he's laying against her just right, and settles in to let her groom his fur. It's a comforting thing, she's always gentle with it compared to some of the other (npc) queens who sometimes attempt to help him with his fuzz-ball mess of fur.

"Hi Mama," he mews, his next breath a wheeze as he draws in air through his nose. She stops her grooming to ask a question and he tips his head up, higher, to try and look at her. "Story?" he echoes. What kind of story? What will it be about? Surely it's not a story about him, though that's what she continues on with. A warrior, huh? His head tips towards the entrance, towards his siblings, and that weird little feeling seizes his heart again. They're already... so much stronger than him. "Too little," he decides instead. That's adult stuff, warriors and climbing and fighting and things. Well, maybe not actually. "Brightkit fights," he adds with a sharp exhale that melts his breath into a laugh and a smile. "Mama not fight."
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