pafp idolatry of the mother 𓇢𓆸 question

[honeysucklepaw]

There are plenty of figures who represent the concept of growth... those who act as shepherds. The gardeners that till the soil and water the seeds in doting kisses and gentle murmurs. There are absences now, where those soft hums had once been... kittens now who stood without the petal-soft smile of their mother. Honeysucklekit wondered, fearfully, what she might do if faced with that same tragedy. She had no father to cling to instead... could not race across the moors away from her problems, water the ashen decay with her tears. What did they do... but sit in this nursery and stare at the empty space where Nightingalecry had once been?

She stares at the vacant spaces, eyes wide in horrified contemplation, memories dribbled in sanguine writing an ominous warning.

Movement of familiar wind-swept fur is enough to lull her back to a more comforting reality in tones of blues. "Ah.." Her mouth falls open suddenly, struck with an idea, a way to free herself of the fear of that sort of nagging isolation that has befallen others. Confident, self-assured, the swirling clump of shadows approaches with hurried paws, "I've got a mom," she declares, thoughtlessly, and thinks to wince at her own lack of tact. "But... if you're in here too... does that mean you're also my mom," she asks, glancing in Rattleheart's direction with a follow-up in mind. Were all queens mother to those that resided there, the only difference being a measure of blood?

"I think it'd be nice to have more than one... Don't you think?"

@Periwinklebreeze.

mother tell me 𓇢𓆸 will you stay?

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  'what shape does nurturing make? can it defy the structures of nature?'
• HONEYSUCKLEKIT
  - child of wind-swept moors
  - she/her
  - daughter to mintshade and gracklestep
  
  - a solid pitch she-cat with fern-green eyes

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[Periwinklebreeze.]

LIKE A PICTURE IN A FRAME
WISH WE COULD'VE STAYED THE SAME ​

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periwinklebreeze ❀ 24 moons ❀ demi-boy ❀ windclan queen ​

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Without his sister and her kits, the nursery suddenly feels far to empty. Periwinklebreeze hadn't realized how much he'd hate this sudden space until it was already there, and the queen finds himself regretting his earlier relief. Sitting upon a nest that still doesn't feel like his, for all it's lack of everything he once treasured, he's pulled from his restless shifting and pained thoughts by ink blot kitten. Mintshade is a cat he fears and respects in equal measure, but her kittens are far more... approachable, for lack of better words. So there's no hesitation in half-blind eyes as he peers at Honeysucklekit, only tentative curiosity as he listens to the child muse aloud. " Ah - not exactly, " he says softly, though is eyes are watering just a bit, and his chest feels terribly warm at the term of parental affection falls from her lips? Well, can you blame him? Mom - an endearment never turned his way before, but not one that feels wrong either.

" W-well... you can have two moms - I did, you kn-know.... sometimes you have parents b-because they're your blood. Or s-sometimes, you have parents because they chose you... or y-you choose them, " he blinks slowly, tongue lolling and wiping against sharp teeth as he speaks, struggling to find the right words and then get them all out. " But... if you w-wanted to call me m-mom, thats fine, " he admits. He's not sure she's serious in her thoughts, but he shrugs anyways - he has a near dozen children in his care already (at least in his mind anyway) so what's one more? " Still... th-that's probably s-something you should ask m-mintshade about first, " starclan forbid she takes offense - Periwinklebreeze would very much like to keep his ears intact, thank you.

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[FEATHERSPINE]

Featherspine did not spend much time in the nursery if she could help it. It was not that she hated kittens, but that they backoned out of him a distant sadness that he wanted nothing more than to kill. Snap his jaws around and tear at the artery, until all the claret sorrow spilled out upon the floor and became steely usefulness. It was only in Pinkshine's presence that he might allow his shoulders to droop, just for a second... at least, until they faced battle together. Then, Featherspine would let claws blaze for both of them.

It seemed she'd walked in at an awkward moment, though. Or some... quietly-given lesson. Avoidance struggled against an odd want to teach within Featherspine's heart- a glare glanced down to Honeysucklekit, and then to Periwinklebreeze's face. To each their own, the chocolate tom supposed... though it was a small surprise that Periwinklebreeze would be alright with being called mother. Featherspine would be foolish to begrudge him that, and quite a raging hypocrite.

"Sometimes c-cats have no mother at all," Featherspine murmured- for once, there wasn't a deeply-engraved frown on her face. No, there was something light and thoughtful past her resting frown. She wordlessly placed the prey she had brought in at Periwinklebreeze's feet. "If you have the options, though ... I suppose you can d-do what you like." Family meant differently for different cats... certainly, Featherspine was in no rush to have a mother.​

✦ penned by pin​