- May 12, 2024
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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.
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.
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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