- Jan 17, 2024
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*+:｡.｡ Frost gives way to a blizzard gives way to chilly calm; the sun gives way to the moon, and the days bleed into the next with little resistance...the universe continues its march. Those far too slow and weak to keep up are left behind without fanfare. Out of sheer spite, Duckshimmer keeps her pace steady, one step faster than the slowest cat on this endless march. She'll be damned if she doesn't outlive Chilledstar.
She hates to admit it - loathes it to the core of her being - but she misses the fool. As much comfort as she finds in Ripplestream's company - in the next tom's, in the next after that one - it never quite feels the same. For that reason she vows, when she takes her own last breath, she'll wring Chilledstar's throat for all they'd done to her. But for now, within the fog of dreams buoying just above soundless sleep, she's stupid enough to feel their presence.
Dim-witted warmth fills her chilled coat, rising from a stomach filled with adoration as she grooms a pelt she's thought she'd never see again. Dark shadows ripple beneath her touch, scars from heroism she's too blissful to consider fool-hardy now glitter with stars. A powerful need to keep them safe leaves the skin under chocolate-dipped fur scorching with determination. This time, they're not getting away.
All at once, the dream shifts. Where Chilledstar once was now nestled three little kittens. In the way only a dream can explain, they were both her actual brood and not. Somehow both chocolate and flame, but also dark as a starless sky. In any case, they were hers, and as each little life wiggled beneath her paws the fire in her stomach grew all the hotter still. She'll keep them safe, she swears it.
The waking world - the reasonable one - Duckshimmer would be found grooming Ferndance. The poor woman, having made the mistake of sleeping beside Duckshimmer the night prior, is fated to be awoken by lovingly aggressive licks from the multi-colored tortie-point. Should Ferndance attempt to get away, or even adjust herself, Duckshimmer's sleepy paw would instantly shoot up, hooking around her fellow lady and pulling her back close. Like a mother hen to a lost duckling, Duckshimmer seems determined to groom away any and all imperfection from her clanmate.
She hates to admit it - loathes it to the core of her being - but she misses the fool. As much comfort as she finds in Ripplestream's company - in the next tom's, in the next after that one - it never quite feels the same. For that reason she vows, when she takes her own last breath, she'll wring Chilledstar's throat for all they'd done to her. But for now, within the fog of dreams buoying just above soundless sleep, she's stupid enough to feel their presence.
Dim-witted warmth fills her chilled coat, rising from a stomach filled with adoration as she grooms a pelt she's thought she'd never see again. Dark shadows ripple beneath her touch, scars from heroism she's too blissful to consider fool-hardy now glitter with stars. A powerful need to keep them safe leaves the skin under chocolate-dipped fur scorching with determination. This time, they're not getting away.
All at once, the dream shifts. Where Chilledstar once was now nestled three little kittens. In the way only a dream can explain, they were both her actual brood and not. Somehow both chocolate and flame, but also dark as a starless sky. In any case, they were hers, and as each little life wiggled beneath her paws the fire in her stomach grew all the hotter still. She'll keep them safe, she swears it.
The waking world - the reasonable one - Duckshimmer would be found grooming Ferndance. The poor woman, having made the mistake of sleeping beside Duckshimmer the night prior, is fated to be awoken by lovingly aggressive licks from the multi-colored tortie-point. Should Ferndance attempt to get away, or even adjust herself, Duckshimmer's sleepy paw would instantly shoot up, hooking around her fellow lady and pulling her back close. Like a mother hen to a lost duckling, Duckshimmer seems determined to groom away any and all imperfection from her clanmate.
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//Just a silly thread to kick of some silly little symptoms in Duckie girl <3
The working title for this was "nonconsensual adoption"
You don't need to wait for @FERNDANCE <3 -
GENERAL:
⚜ Duckshimmer
⚜ DFAB— She/Her — Bisexual
⚜ 33 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
⚜ Mother to Singepaw, Swallowpaw and Sneezepaw
⚜ Shadowclan — Warrior
COMBAT:
⚜Physically medium | mentally hard
⚜ Attack in bold #ffa98f
injuries: None currently
