- May 29, 2023
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Soft moonlight paints reformed lovers in glows of silver and obsidian. Camp is quiet, save for mumblings of guards and snores of elders. In the distance crickets begin their nightly lullaby serenaded with the babbling of waters encircling camp. It's peaceful. Robinheart craves this kind of peace - the way the world seems to finally slow down and she can breath. The weight of mournful days past lifts from her shoulders if only for an evening. Only for a brief time where it is just her and Brookstorm, making up for lost time and relishing in the time where motherhood has not claimed their (or at least Robinheart's) full attention.
"Brookstorm," the tortoiseshell murmurs, leaning against the other and rasping her tongue across blue cheek, "they'll need names." Time was slowly running out and while Robinheart could name the little lives growing inside her by herself, a part of her wants Brookstorm to have a say in what the kits are called. Maybe, should Brookstorm deem it so, they won't know her as their mother. But Robinheart would. And knowing the stone furred molly played a small part in giving the kittens a lifelong gift brings fragile joy to her heart. "I wonder if you would like to ponder some with me?"
@brookstorm
"Brookstorm," the tortoiseshell murmurs, leaning against the other and rasping her tongue across blue cheek, "they'll need names." Time was slowly running out and while Robinheart could name the little lives growing inside her by herself, a part of her wants Brookstorm to have a say in what the kits are called. Maybe, should Brookstorm deem it so, they won't know her as their mother. But Robinheart would. And knowing the stone furred molly played a small part in giving the kittens a lifelong gift brings fragile joy to her heart. "I wonder if you would like to ponder some with me?"
@brookstorm
( penned by kerms )