private WE SHARE A COMMON DISCOMFORT NOW [cottonsprig]

[WEASELCLAW]

Weaselclaw has not laid eyes on his daughter since she'd abandoned her duties to frolic beyond WindClan's borders with rogues. When she awakens tonight, stifled by darkness thick as fur, she will find him pacing, impatient. The tabby's lean body is all sharp angles and tattered stripes; his eyes roll toward her in their shadowed sockets, blue and flinty. "So? Do you feel you made the right choice?"

He halts in front of her, though restless energy burns through his limbs. He studies her face, round and soft and freckled, precious to him still, even in her infinite folly. He looks into her eyes, blue like his, and assesses the damage there. It runs deep.

"You returned to the Clan of your birth. Have they treated you the way you deserve?" Weaselclaw's whiskers twitch. The beginnings of a smile threatens to crack across his features.

"And StarClan — all is right between you and StarClan, isn't it? You did what they wanted, right? You gave up your ill-born kits to your fool of a sister. Pretended nothing ever happened. So..." He allows himself the smile, now.

@cottonsprig

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[cottonsprig]

StarClan has broken their bond with her. And foolishly, a part of her believed that meant her father could no longer reach her, too.

She opens her eyes to dark woodlands, scents stenches more foul than carrion. The air is hard to breathe and before her is the ailed body and being of her father. She's cried to him time and time again in this dastardly place, pleaded with him to treat her as if they had never parted, as if the world hadn't shifted underfoot. And yet every time he greets her with venom on his tongue and sharp, yellowed teeth. Their song and dance never ends. (Reasonably, does she want it to?)

Cottonsprig pushes herself to her paws, her weight feeling heavier here. He negs her a question, presses forth and offers a second in its stead. StarClan, he says with an inflection only a viper would have. She detests that there's a piece of her that agrees with that ilk. As per her usual, she looks for a means of inching out of his wrath, of placating the dead man.

"You see them, then?" she tries. Her eyebrows pinch together, and she swiftly moves past his inquiries. She knows not what the right choice was, can not say if WindClan could have received her any better - and StarClan... Oh, he'd howl to the unseen moon with laughter if he edged that information off of her tongue. "I had two little boys and a little girl. I didn't think... The bond between a parent and child is suffocating, is it not?" You suffocate me, she does not say.

For even if he does... she could not be without it.

𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

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• ❥ MEDICINAL KNOWLEDGE
  ♥♥♡ WOUNDS ; can confidently stop bleeding and mend lacerations. will often request that you keep your injury clean and wait it out first.
  ♥♥♡ INFECTION ; as a side effect of likely her own doing, very dutiful with technique and treatment shortly thereafter.
  ♥♡♡ ACHES & PAINS ; will defer to a dark tunnel and rest. if pain persists, maybe she will offer something.
  ♥♡♡ BROKEN BONES ; has never dealt with a broken bone. likely will ask that you never move. ever again.
  ♥♥♥ TRAVELING HERBS ; learned well from her previous mentor. will pile even too many remedies to tough the wilderness with.
  ♥♥♥ KITTING ; having kittens of her own and helped several others with their litters, she is very well versed with calming techniques and quelling pain.
  ♥♡♡ POISONS ; she knows what they are... but that isn't enough, isn't it?
  ♥♥♡ ILLNESS ; having worked through two yellowcough bouts, she is confident in her remedies. much else... she's operating on trial and error.
  ⸻ cottonsprig is a dutiful and excitable medicine cat. she enjoys company and loves conversation. she'd rather not have too many curious noses snooping around her den... but who is she to quell curiosity?

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  ⸻❥ cottonsprig is the primary medicine cat of windclan. a former princess to the moors, she harbors many guilts for her actions throughout her short life. she has no consistent partner, unwilling to commit and settle, and she is training celandinepaw in medicine.

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[WEASELCLAW]

"You see them, then?" His daughter looks at him pitifully, as pitifully as she regards the children she'd abandoned. Weaselclaw's smile does not waver as she tells him what he already knows: "I had two little boys and a little girl." Yes — two toms, one dark as woodsmoke, the other gray like his grandmother, and the little girl, her fur white as the driven snow. He had seen them, carted around outside the borders as if they did not have royalty in their blood, placed gingerly away from their mother as if she had something to be ashamed of.

Weaselclaw regards her now. "The bond between a parent and a child is suffocating, is it not?" She's getting at something here, something he doesn't appreciate. Blue eyes narrow into icy slits. "No. That was not my experience." The tabby flicks a scarred ear. "Your children are extensions of you. They are your legacy. The fact that you have given that up is..." He runs his tongue over his teeth, thoughtful.

"Tell me. Do you plan to tell them the truth someday? Or is it your wish to let your sister remain their mother forever?" There's no sympathy in Weaselclaw's voice. He is truly curious — how deep does his daughter's devotion to StarClan still run?
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[cottonsprig]

"I had -" sharp is her tone, sudden is the venom that bites within it. Placating the sickly tom is still her goal, but with his words, his insinuation, she falters from her grace. Her want to distract him becomes too quickly a need to be understood. Suffocating is the bond that wanes, the pain of watching a child grow without her guidance nor want of it. She clenches her jaw but she does not preform her idle calm any longer. Instead, she grits her teeth and mournfully finishes with, "- no choice... Cats were going to die," yet does he care?

She does not glance around. She does not know these woodlands but she feels the same hopelessness and pressure now as she did before; it's nothing in comparison to StarClan and the breeze the glittering fields loosed upon its visitors. This is a realm fated for the worst amongst them, she decides. And it hurts to know that Weaselclaw by some divine right is decided to be the worst.. (She dismisses the quick, fleeting thought of how the better souls neglect her now, yet her father's spirit still selflessly plagues her.)

His question. It wreathes around her like the stench of his ilk, and she cannot answer him with the same fervor she had moments ago. "I don't know," she says, her voice softer once more. Gone is her mother's poison laced anger, gone is her father's guarding demeanor. All there is, is the ashen wool form of Cottonsprig, forced with the consequences of her actions once more. Her tail twitches, sludged with whatever they stand upon. "StarClan..." a long pause, purposeful, as if waiting for the stars to light again by her paws and drag her away. She tenses her jaw, "They see me, but I do not see them. My actions are predestined and I cannot discern today what I might do tomorrow. Only they can."

Guilt. Is that what she holds? She doesn't think herself remorseful in loving others, in having children. But the disconnect and loss - will it harm others? It already has, lives and health damaged in her selfishness. The very illness that took her father from her ran rampant by her skilled paws. A click of her tongue and she bids Weaselclaw a soft, "Would you?" in response. "If you could not have kits, and did... would you tell them the truth?"

Guidance. She seeks it, even as he sees her as little more than a pawn in a game. One she eagerly rushes to lose.

𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

• ooc //

• ❥ MEDICINAL KNOWLEDGE
  ♥♥♡ WOUNDS ; can confidently stop bleeding and mend lacerations. will often request that you keep your injury clean and wait it out first.
  ♥♥♡ INFECTION ; as a side effect of likely her own doing, very dutiful with technique and treatment shortly thereafter.
  ♥♡♡ ACHES & PAINS ; will defer to a dark tunnel and rest. if pain persists, maybe she will offer something.
  ♥♡♡ BROKEN BONES ; has never dealt with a broken bone. likely will ask that you never move. ever again.
  ♥♥♥ TRAVELING HERBS ; learned well from her previous mentor. will pile even too many remedies to tough the wilderness with.
  ♥♥♥ KITTING ; having kittens of her own and helped several others with their litters, she is very well versed with calming techniques and quelling pain.
  ♥♡♡ POISONS ; she knows what they are... but that isn't enough, isn't it?
  ♥♥♡ ILLNESS ; having worked through two yellowcough bouts, she is confident in her remedies. much else... she's operating on trial and error.
  ⸻ cottonsprig is a dutiful and excitable medicine cat. she enjoys company and loves conversation. she'd rather not have too many curious noses snooping around her den... but who is she to quell curiosity?

• 

  ⸻❥ cottonsprig is the primary medicine cat of windclan. a former princess to the moors, she harbors many guilts for her actions throughout her short life. she has no consistent partner, unwilling to commit and settle, and she is training celandinepaw in medicine.

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