( ☾ ) paws crunch gently on the small pebbles that line the shoreline as the sunsinks low across the horizon. the feline moves with grace, although every so often she will stumble, weighed down by her swollen stomach. she travels alone along the worn trails, paws slipping into the groves and spaces her clanmates have left behind. not far from her, her home awaits, a clearing alive with chatter and soft fondness. ahead, a great willow tree stretches its gnarled branches across the sky. the wind whistles, cool air rustling through the brittle grasses lining the shore. reeds droop into the stagnant water that attempts to flow ever far downstream. the feline pauses to catch her breath, glances behind her and to both sides. since moving, she has not snatched one moment of peace for herself. even her nights are graced with the warm body of her mate, although she will hardly complain about that. it feels nice to stand alone in the territory she has known for moons, and feel a real breeze through her fur. there is something cathartic about closing her eyes, and simply feeling.
at the base of the willow tree, a small hollow of roots clusters together to form a den shape. the feline approaches, wary at first, nose to the air to scent for danger. then she will bound toward it, her gentle pawsteps breaking into leaps and stomps that are further interrupted by the loss of footing every few tail-lengths. this willow tree has been scraped bare of any remembrance of its past. no longer can one clearly see signs of a life lived here- no moss lines the edges of the rooted den, no fish scales and shells decorate the lower down branches. moons ago, a flood had erased all of that, and moons before, those who called this tree home had abandoned it. ducking under the roots, the feline narrows their eyes, scanning the wood for anything recognizable. a smile tugs at their lips as they find it- small scratch-mark drawings done by kitten claws, the only permanent proof of a life here.
willowroot stays in the rooted den for what feels to her like centuries, eyes shut tight. her claws sink into the wood, and she holds tight to her past. buck, raccoon, boar, they had all lived here. caraway had lived here. there will forever be an ache in her heart for this. perhaps her kittens are aware that she is in an important place, because they move within her belly, a ripple that starts small and grows stronger with every movement. willowroot has felt this once before and she knows what is happening. she gets to her paws and crawls back into the evening air to begin the walk home.
her stomach churns as she enters camp, offering only a nod to the cats on guard. her clanmates share prey and swap stories, but she will head straight towards the nursery. a glance tells her poppysplash is not easily found right now, so she speaks softly to an apprentice. "could you fetch poppysplash and ravensong for me, love?" her voice is quiet but trembles slightly. she'll duck into her den as the contractions hit her. gritting her teeth, she sinks into her nest and readies herself.
@POPPYSPLASH. @Mosspaw @Hazepaw @ANTLERPAW @BUCKPAW
obligatory med cat mention @RAVENSONG
feel free to reply before any of the above <3
at the base of the willow tree, a small hollow of roots clusters together to form a den shape. the feline approaches, wary at first, nose to the air to scent for danger. then she will bound toward it, her gentle pawsteps breaking into leaps and stomps that are further interrupted by the loss of footing every few tail-lengths. this willow tree has been scraped bare of any remembrance of its past. no longer can one clearly see signs of a life lived here- no moss lines the edges of the rooted den, no fish scales and shells decorate the lower down branches. moons ago, a flood had erased all of that, and moons before, those who called this tree home had abandoned it. ducking under the roots, the feline narrows their eyes, scanning the wood for anything recognizable. a smile tugs at their lips as they find it- small scratch-mark drawings done by kitten claws, the only permanent proof of a life here.
willowroot stays in the rooted den for what feels to her like centuries, eyes shut tight. her claws sink into the wood, and she holds tight to her past. buck, raccoon, boar, they had all lived here. caraway had lived here. there will forever be an ache in her heart for this. perhaps her kittens are aware that she is in an important place, because they move within her belly, a ripple that starts small and grows stronger with every movement. willowroot has felt this once before and she knows what is happening. she gets to her paws and crawls back into the evening air to begin the walk home.
her stomach churns as she enters camp, offering only a nod to the cats on guard. her clanmates share prey and swap stories, but she will head straight towards the nursery. a glance tells her poppysplash is not easily found right now, so she speaks softly to an apprentice. "could you fetch poppysplash and ravensong for me, love?" her voice is quiet but trembles slightly. she'll duck into her den as the contractions hit her. gritting her teeth, she sinks into her nest and readies herself.
@POPPYSPLASH. @Mosspaw @Hazepaw @ANTLERPAW @BUCKPAW
obligatory med cat mention @RAVENSONG
feel free to reply before any of the above <3