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MAPLETUFT

TELL HER I MISS OUR LITTLE TALKS
Sep 14, 2024
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Mapletuft is doing not much more than nothing when Owlmoon walks through the camp entrance. Her attention is drawn from the various sticks and rocks laid out in front of her, eyes landing upon them and shes on her paws immediately, the trinkets left behind as she walks over.

"Hello, my little chick." she greets her son with a soft nuzzle on the top of their head, using a childhood nickname; little chick and little squirrel, and though her heart aches and threatens to shatter at the latter, she feels gravely nostalgic today... She does not care if he fusses over the motherly action like Acorntail had once done, no, she will no longer hold back her love for her babies. "You're not busy, are you?" despite coming back from a patrol, perhaps they have to leave for another one...? She knows when she had been a little bit younger, when Chilledstar was still leader, she had gone on back-to-back patrols to clear her head.

She puffs out a gentle breath. "I'd like to share a meal, if you're not." her eyes crease with the smile that spreads across her lips.

  • @Owlmoon –
  • mapletuft ʚ♡ɞ cider
    cis female ʚ♡ɞ she/her ʚ♡ɞ 52 months
    shadowclan warrior ʚ♡ɞ mentoring n/a
    long-furred chocolate torbie/cinnamon tabby chimera ʚ♡ɞ elegant & flowy
    "speech, F17E23" ʚ♡ɞ thoughts
    widowed ʚ♡ɞ bisexual
    smells like spice & cool night air ʚ♡ɞ warm & crisp
    penned by chuff
 
I WILL SAVE YOU WHEN YOUR LIGHTS GO OUT
owlmoon | 24 months | demiboy | he/they | physically medium | mentally medium | attack in bold #4a855f
It isn't odd for Owlmoon to throw himself into his work to avoid thinking about things too hard, and today isn't any different. Exhaustion tugs at him as he walks through the entrance to camp, and even then he's tempted to turn around and head right back out.

It's Mapletuft, abandoning her piles of sticks and stones, that cements his decision to stay. At least for now. When she comes to greet him, he moves to bump his head against hers in a gentle, affectionate movement- one he had picked up from when he was a kit, and one that he had mostly used on Acorntail.

The memory, and the use of an old nickname, sends a pang through him and leaves his smile faltering, just for a second, before it's back and just as bright as it was before. "Not...right now?" He begins, in response to his mother's question of if he's busy. It's the most he can promise; if someone needs a volunteer, then he'd be one of the first to join that patrol, and he's sure his mother knows that just as well as he does.

When Mapletuft says she'd like to share a meal with him, something in Owlmoon's entire demeanor melts into something softer, a bit more genuine. "I'd love to." Even if he had wanted to- which he was sure he never would- he was entirely unable to turn his mother down, especially when it came to something like this.