- Jan 17, 2024
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*+:｡.｡ "M-Marbleleaf" a weak voice breaks through the peaceful quiet of an undisturbed night. It feels almost treasonous, shattering the voiceless tune of midnight's motherly lullaby. Unfortunately, Marbleleaf would need to be Shadowclan's martyr if she didn't prefer to let Duckshimmer wake the entire camp with...well..."I'm pregnant" she cuts straight to the chase, too exhausted to play coy as she slips trembling paws into the nearest nest and promptly collapses. It's not the comfiest bed - she much prefers the one she'd hurriedly abandoned in the warrior's den. Half a mind encourages her to complain to Marbleleaf - how a medicine cat could proudly display such an unflattering lump of grass for her injured patients was beyond her!
Or perhaps, even a bed made of swan feathers and sheep's wool would've still felt like thorns upon a feverish head and aching stomach. My, how her stomach ached. "I suppose I should've realized it when every pathetic little thing had me falling apart like some mewling kit" she weeps, cringing into her nest as another wave of nausea threatens to ruin her already sullied reputation further. Mewling kits...damn it all. "Suppose I am one - idiotic enough to be a damn newborn - Stars, what was I thinking?" Perhaps it was foolish of her to vent to a woman barely old enough to have left the nursery herself...but if you can't be honest with your medic, who can you be? She snickers at the thought, wishing her upturned cheeks were currently moistened by one too many warm droplets.
"Oh well, I suppose it's better late than never for you to have some experience delivering life on your own, yes?" she looks up from swallowing back another wave of rolling sick, before trailing her gaze to a familiar spot in the medicine den. This time, she doesn't bother stopping the quiet tears that flow. Oh Starlingheart, I wonder if it would've been less daunting if you were here, a selfish thought when she knew poor Marbleleaf was probably longing for the same.
As if on cure, her stomach kicks with a life too cruel and strong to be the worms themselves - "Darling, please point out a good spot to -" she swallows thickly, closing her eyes for a beat before spitting out, "-Lose last night's dinner, unless you're alright with it dampening your tacky little patient's nest" pressing a paw to her mouth, she chokes a final line, "although I'm sure it would be an improvement" Was she being harsh? Duckshimmer didn't think so. Who in their right mind would be so attached to their nest-making skills they'd be offended by a pathetic woman's whining?
Oh, well, now she's crying again at the thought.
Or perhaps, even a bed made of swan feathers and sheep's wool would've still felt like thorns upon a feverish head and aching stomach. My, how her stomach ached. "I suppose I should've realized it when every pathetic little thing had me falling apart like some mewling kit" she weeps, cringing into her nest as another wave of nausea threatens to ruin her already sullied reputation further. Mewling kits...damn it all. "Suppose I am one - idiotic enough to be a damn newborn - Stars, what was I thinking?" Perhaps it was foolish of her to vent to a woman barely old enough to have left the nursery herself...but if you can't be honest with your medic, who can you be? She snickers at the thought, wishing her upturned cheeks were currently moistened by one too many warm droplets.
"Oh well, I suppose it's better late than never for you to have some experience delivering life on your own, yes?" she looks up from swallowing back another wave of rolling sick, before trailing her gaze to a familiar spot in the medicine den. This time, she doesn't bother stopping the quiet tears that flow. Oh Starlingheart, I wonder if it would've been less daunting if you were here, a selfish thought when she knew poor Marbleleaf was probably longing for the same.
As if on cure, her stomach kicks with a life too cruel and strong to be the worms themselves - "Darling, please point out a good spot to -" she swallows thickly, closing her eyes for a beat before spitting out, "-Lose last night's dinner, unless you're alright with it dampening your tacky little patient's nest" pressing a paw to her mouth, she chokes a final line, "although I'm sure it would be an improvement" Was she being harsh? Duckshimmer didn't think so. Who in their right mind would be so attached to their nest-making skills they'd be offended by a pathetic woman's whining?
Oh, well, now she's crying again at the thought.
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GENERAL:
⚜ Duckshimmer
⚜ DFAB— She/Her — Bisexual
⚜ 33 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
⚜ Mother to Singepaw, Swallowpaw and Sneezepaw
⚜ Shadowclan — Warrior
COMBAT:
⚜Physically medium | mentally hard
⚜ Attack in bold #ffa98f
injuries: None currently
