private STOP TALKING ABOUT RHYTHM — snowypaw

[fleabounce]

Stepping into the nursery is akin to stepping into a different world. Despite the shade, it feels brighter, buoyed by the sweet scents of milk and down feathers. Nothing bad can happen here—it is impossibly safe, moreso when taken in the context of the surrounding marsh. Fleabounce knows better than to fall for this illusion, even without the event of something so terrible as to break it by force. As she passes the threshold, she lifts her chin as if appraising the state of things—moss-made nests, kittens and queens, and Snowypaw.

Fleabounce's eyes slide right over her white-freckled face, tracing instead the tangled branch-roof, as if Snowypaw isn't the reason Fleabounce has come. She furthers herself inside and, with a furtive look to the ground to ensure that she isn't about to sit on any stray paws or tails, settles herself onto the ground, half-facing Snowypaw.

"Lovely in here, isn't it?" Fleabounce asks—not to Snowypaw directly. She speaks as if she is speaking to the world, faux-casual.

@snowypaw​

SHADOWCLAN WARRIOR ▫ CHOCOLATE TORTOISESHELL WITH AN UNUSUALLY SHORT TAIL

LOW HEARING ▫ 85 MOONS ▫ TAGS​

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[splashdance]

[ sorry for the stupid late reply!!! ]

Snowypaw doesn't like that she has to move out of the nursery. While the camp in its entirety is her home, the nursery is the place she knows best - even if she can't properly stretch her legs in it anymore. And while moving from one den to the next is nothing more than bundling up some old moss and bringing it across camp, she drags her paws in doing so. She does not wish to leave, though she knows her time here has ended already.

Fleabounce arrives, and Snowypaw makes a quiet note that the other is her mentor now. Thistlesight wasn't... fit? Or maybe it wasn't that he was wrong, but instead she was. The brown and orange moggy doesn't look exactly at her apprentice, and her apprentice doesn't take the time to look either. "I'm gonna miss it," she states with a frown. "Gigglekit and Branchkit and Morelkit - they just started talking. I'm gonna miss a whole lot of them now," she complains, head falling slack to the side.​

 

[fleabounce]

Fleabounce's head tips Snowypaw's way—she watches from the corner of her eye as Snowypaw admits the root of the issue. A love of little kits, the desire to see each and every little step in the journey of their growth. It is an understandable issue, but an issue nonetheless, and an issue that Fleabounce is expected to solve. Something in Fleabounce softens towards Snowypaw—she sees that the two of them share something in common now, even if Snowypaw herself doesn't realize it.

"It's exciting, isn't it? Seeing those little kits grow?" Fleabounce looks directly at Snowypaw for the first time and offers a gentle and well-practiced smile, "Everyday is something new for them."

A pause then, carefully considered. That smile leaves her face, and in its absence only the gentleness remains, "You would probably feel worried, had one of those kits stopped growing. I certainly know I would feel worried."
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SHADOWCLAN WARRIOR ▫ CHOCOLATE TORTOISESHELL WITH AN UNUSUALLY SHORT TAIL

LOW HEARING ▫ 87 MOONS ▫ TAGS​

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