private MIDDLING RESULTS // robinheart

[rivuletpaw]

@robinheart
rolled a 18 & got downy feathers :3

"Oh, Mom, over here!" a cluster of feathers lay by the apprentice's paws, colors of white and grey hardly clear against the dying foliage and frost. It's clear as she takes a step back that she's mostly stumbled upon the down feathers, but they're a find regardless.

"They kinda look like me, huh?" she trills as she waits for the other to prowl forth and look upon her catch. Rivuletpaw cannot help but watch her mothers awkward gait, much better now than in former moons, but still noticeable. She thinks of a false memory that's hardly more than a flicker of fear to her, and for a moment her heart pains. It was... her fault, in a way. She knows her mother would deny it - Robinheart's always been selfless. But... it's the truth to her.

"Are you excited...?" she asks instead, her green eyes brightening again. "It's almost like... like we're both apprentices! That's kinda fun, I think."
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[robinheart]

The frost bites at her paw pads, creeping chill enveloping careful steps and stiffening a once broken hind leg. Robinheart bites back a grunt as she tries to keep up with her daughter. Their first time safely outside of camp together – as apprentices, funnily enough. The tortoiseshell’s heart warms and expands despite the reason for their excursion.

‘Oh, mom, over here!’

Citrine eyes glance up from the sparkling ground, the icy sprawl of a season come much too soon, and before her stands a child of grey and white. A reflection of love. Rivuletpaw draws the medicine cat apprentice’s attention to a pile of downy feathers. They bear the same ashen and ivory shade as her daughter. “They do look like you,” Robinheart trills with a grin, limping all the closer.

She doesn’t linger on the subtle shift in her child’s expression, borne of a faded memory. No, instead Robinheart aims to bump her head against Rivuletpaw’s cheek proudly, purring loudly at her daughter’s next phrase. “I am so excited to be an apprentice alongside you and your siblings. I never thought… I’d be back in this role, but I am grateful for all the good I get to do. And to watch you grow in your own journey is a gift any mother would desire,” she waxes poetic, sappy much too early in the day, but she’s earned the right to be so.

“I bet there are more feathers nearby, let’s keep looking,” Robinheart adds after the tender moment shared between them, the cold settling upon her skin reminder of their task. She limps forward a few tail lengths and scans the ground, vision quickly pinpointing upon more shades of grey and white. Another cache of downy feathers. “Found some more! These will work wonderfully for insulating dens and nests.”

// rolled a 19!​

[ penned by kerms ]​