Word spreads quick in the aftermath of the war. Tansyshine had licked the blood from her muzzle where she had injured a loyalist, convinced that the wounds she gave would be fatal. She had been ready to return to the nursery to comfort her foster children until she had heard
gossip. It pertained a cat with an achingly familiar pelt, and once the name comes up, Tansy is sure of who it is. She sets off immediately.
When she finds her, she pushes in with little to no regard for anyone else, dead-set on one thing: her daughter.
There she lays, in a nest, face screwed up and claws digging in to her nest. Once she notices, once her eyes fly open, she speaks in a voice that Tansy thought she'd never be able to hear again.
Mama! It's enough for mist to gather in her eyes, rushing over to meet her baby at her nest. Tigerpaw pushes her face in to her chest and proclaims she missed her, Tansys heart breaks just a little bit further. "
Shh, shh, my darling. I've got you." her voice cracks and splinters like the breaking of a branch, leaning her head down to rest on top of her daughters. "
I missed you too." Tansyshine holds a place in her heart for all of her children, her pride and joy, and when one disappears they take the chunk they hold with them. Now, Tigerpaw was back, her daughter was back, oh
Stars, she never wants to let go.
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Lay back down," she instructs gently, knowing how important rest would be to a body that needed it. "
I'm here. You're okay. I'm here," she draws a comforting tongue over Tigerpaws head, feeling the familiar rise of bile in her throat, the familiar urge to scream to the Stars and demand why they would let this happen. She sucks in a shuddering breath, pulling back for just a moment.
Tigerpaw is bloodied and battered. She makes a sound akin to a choked sob, paws coming to cradle Tigers face. "
My brave little warrior," her voice shakes, a storm cloud of emotions in her chest. Grief, sadness, despair, flaring anger that she hasn't felt since her spitfire days of being a warrior. "
Who did this to you? Who...?" her lip quivers as she has to suck in another breath as to not start crying in front of her. "
I'll kill them." she whispers, voice full of such conviction that it partly scares her. Never-mind the fact that the cat in question is probably already dead.
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❥ tansyshine ʚ♡ɞ
tansy
❥ cis female ʚ♡ɞ she/her ʚ♡ɞ 42 months
❥ thunderclan permaqueen ʚ♡ɞ current care
❥ cinnamon she-cat with ice blue eyes ʚ♡ɞ fluffy & loving
❥ "speech, 89678b" ʚ♡ɞ thoughts
❥ mates with lily pad ʚ♡ɞ bisexual
❥ smells like freshly pressed flowers, moss & milk ʚ♡ɞ floral & loving
❥ penned by chuff
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