private in our family portrait we look pretty happy ⚠︎ s'fam

[Swallowflutter.]

OUR LOVE STORY
COULD BE KINDA GORY ​

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swallowflutter ❀ 17 moons ❀ polygender ❀ any pronouns ❀ shadowclan queen​

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What should be a moment of happiness - of joy, is now tainted with fear. This... this was not how it was supposed to go. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. They were going to be mates. Have a perfect little family - three little kits, arriving in newleaf so they could grow big and strong with all the marshes had to offer before leaf-fall sets in. They'd be good, strong warriors - and even if lividsmoke didn't love her - this way they wouldn't love anyone else either.

Instead, she lies cooped up in the medicine den, Marbleleafs words ringing loudly in her ears even though the molly has long since moved on. She asks a passing apprentice to get her family, to gather them for a moment so she could tell them her news. And yet, whiskers quiver nervously - for once, the point chimera is filled with fear. Two-toned blue look up, blinking, startled - somehow, her family is already here. She hadn't even notice. " I... " lip quivers, and ears flop. " I'm pregnant. I - we wanted. I'm going to have three. Like you, ma'... but Marblel-leaf... she- she says-, " and then she bursts into tears, crying.

She doesn't want to be sick. Doesn't want to die. Doesn't want her perfectly planned life to fall apart, not like this.

She's not sure which of the three scares her the most, honestly.

━ actions & " speech, " & 'thoughts/quotes' ━

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( ━ F A R ━ F R O M ━ B O R I N G ━ )

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// @Duckshimmer @SINGEGLARE @sneezeduck

 

[Duckshimmer]

*+:｡.｡ In truth, Duckshimmer wasn't great when it came to feelings stuff. She'd comforted her kits here and there, but for the most part, they always self-soothed just fine on their own. If they did need her, typically a pat on the back or a lick between the ears cured them of their ailments, and anything above that would earn a polite shrug and a loving - I'm sure things will get better.
Luckily for Duckshimmer, nothing major happened enough for her to practice her motherly skills.

Unfortunately, that time was up.

The first to pad in would be the repairing future mother's dam, and Duckshimmer was at a loss immediately. She'd never seen Swallowflutter cry before. Not while her child had been ostracized, not while he'd been rejected by multiple mentors, not even while he'd padded after a tom who'd done little to look his way...And yet, here she was, sobbing before Duckshimmer, keening about pregnancy and expecting...what? Comfort? Soothing words?
Duckshimmer's mouth was painfully dry.

What did Marbleleaf say?

The tears, the medicine den, these turbulent times of sickness and stress...Starclan, what did Marbleleaf say?

"W-well..." Duckshimmer smoothed the words before they could shake, taking a deep breath. "Well, don't cry now my dear; stress like that will hurt the kittens" Duckshimmer meowed, kindly advice plopping off her tongue like familiar stones breaking through uncomfortably cold ice. Stepping forward, she glides easily to her child's side. A tail lays over her torbie child's spine, pat, pat as she licks down a tuft of fur between his ears hiding the imperfections.

"Out with it then, what has she said?" if swallowflutter expected soothing words, Duckshimmer would need to know what she was dealing with. Hopefully, it was all just hormonal hysteria...Surely, Swallowflutter would be fine.
Surely.

*+:｡.｡ Updated 2/8/25

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  GENERAL:
  ⚜ Duckshimmer
  ⚜ DFAB— She/Her — Bisexual
  ⚜ 41 moons
  ⚜ Mother to Singeglare, Swallowflutter and Sneezeduck
  ⚜ Shadowclan — Queen
  
  
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ⚜Physically medium | mentally hard
  ⚜ Attack in bold #ffa98f
  injuries: Currently pregnant

 

[Swallowflutter.]

WHATEVER HAPPENED TO THE YOUNG, YOUNG LOVERS?
( ONE GOT SHOT AND THE OTHER GOT LOST ) ​

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swallowflutter & 18 moons & polygender & any pronouns & shadowclan queen

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─ ─ Duckshimmer is stilted as she moves, and yet Swallowflutter still finds it soothing - the only motherly love she has ever known is just as comforting, even in it's awkwardness. It's strange, to be seeking this comfort - to be emotional, to be driven to tears and not anger or bloodshed. It's the hormone, probably, or at least she thinks so - Duckshimmer had been similar, hadn't she? Still, she takes a breath, a deep, shuddering thing, and she speaks.

" This- this sickness. The prey - the omen. Marbleleaf says I got's it. Th-that - that we dunno' if it'll affect the kits. " Sickness always does, though sometimes not as bad as others. She thinks of silver-flecked fur, like they'd been touched by the stars. She wonders if her kits will be like that. If she will even live to see them at all. " I don't - what if we can't fix this, this whatever-it-is? If starclan can't help us... who can? "

─ actions & " speech " & 'thoughts / qoutes'​

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BLOOD ON HER KNEES ─ BLOODY HISTORY

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