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SPEAK EVERY WORD
AS THOUGH IT WERE UNIQUE
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mottledove & 26 moons & female & she/her & skyclan perma-queen
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━An orphan, snapped up in the jaws of a dog and only rescued by twolegs kind if clumsy paws. Then he'd thought she'd found love, only to be abandoned - her neighboring kittypet stealing that away from her too. She'd thought at least she'd have her twolegs forever - that much, certainly, the universe would allow. But it was not meant to be - tossed aside, left behind in cold metal walls. Skyclan had given her saftey and freedom, even if it had been utterly terrifying.
And then she'd had her kittens, and suddenly she wasn't alone anymore. She'd adored watching them learn and grow - motherhood was one responsibility that, while not quite prepared for it, she could certainly handle. As she lagged behind the others in attempts to hunt and defend herself, caring for her children seemed infinitely easier. Three perfect kittens had become three perfect apprentices, and now, soon to be warriors.
She doesn't shy away from showing her happiness, from telling them just how proud she is. Those are her kits - her babies. All grown up now, and she couldn't have asked for better.
It's for this reason that she agrees to leave camp - the sudden influx of warrior ceremonies last meeting is enough to have a flurry of paws working overtime, and she feels stuffy all of the sudden. Too many faces, too much going on. Its nice, she muses as she trails alongside Pipitpaw and his mentor, to just step back and enjoy the sunlight. To wander, to breathe in the fresh new-leaf air.
Its a slow process, the queens movement hobbled by her missing limb, but she pays it no mind. To her, it's normal - always has been really, since as far back as she can recall. Soft purring rises up in her chest, gentle smile upon her maw as dull teal eyes glimmer with warmth and affection. " Look at you my love - you're all grown up now, " she says, voice heavy and warm with emotion when she looks at her. " Passing your assessment - surely, orangestar just be giving you a new name this moon... a full warrior of skyclan at last, "
She's caught up in her thoughts, in her affectionate musings - doesn't notice the way their surroundings are strangely quiet, doesn't notice the air still. " I'm so proud of you, " she says, pushing past undergrowth with head turned to face her child behind her. Isn't looking ahead to see the flash of orange fur and wild amber eyes. Doesn't notice the scent until it's too late, until jaws are closing in on her in a flash of yellow.
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// @pipitpaw