private YOU SAIL IN BLACK WATERS ❀ claythorn

[DROPLETKIT]

They've gotten situated in to the beech copse as they wait for the water to receed enough to return home. Little as she is, she understands that this isn't good... This isn't home and it certainly doesn't feel like it. Theres a lingering sense of dread that settles within her stomach, threatens to close her throat with vicious paws... Each time they try to forget about the growing sorrows it comes back more and more. The flood destroyed everything, memories and little trinkets that she had collected days prior... She had never known Riverclan to flood.

Droplet lays besides their mother as their thoughts boil within their mind, shifting uncomfortably here and there as it all becomes just too much. "... Mama," her voice is more of a whine than anything else as she presses her face in to her mothers flank, not knowing why her eyes sting so much. "Has Apricotflower been found? And- And Magpiepaw too? And Gladefrost?" with the name of the second, her tail, which the feather had been attached to, subconsciously curls around her. It was a gift from Magpiepaw, the last thing they have... "They've- um... Been gone for a while, mama." their lip quivers as they pull back, looking at Claythorn in expectance. "Are they lost...?" Claythorn had explained briefly, but Droplet could not have possibly wrapped her head around it. They'll come back, soon, they always do, they have to.

𝖢𝖮𝖬𝖤 𝖮𝖭 𝖮𝖴𝖳, 𝖫𝖨𝖦𝖧𝖳 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖶𝖠𝖸 ݁˖ ❀ ⋆｡˚ 𝖫𝖤𝖳 𝖴𝖲 𝖲𝖤𝖤 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖧𝖮𝖬𝖤 𝖨𝖭 𝖮𝖴𝖱 𝖣𝖱𝖤𝖠𝖬𝖲

• @claythorn
• ❥ dropletkit
  ❥ afab demi-girl .☘︎ ݁˖ she/they .☘︎ ݁˖ 3 months
  ❥ riverclan kit .☘︎ ݁˖ adopted by claythorn & otterbite
  ❥ small albino she-kit with dusty rose colored eyes .☘︎ ݁˖ very soft & fuzzy
  ❥ "speech, F3C4C5" .☘︎ ݁˖ thoughts
  ❥ single .☘︎ ݁˖ too young to consider love
  ❥ smells like flowers & milk .☘︎ ݁˖ distant nostalgia
  ❥ penned by chuff

 

[claythorn]

She had taken on water during the flood, and her paw was smashed by that.. whatever kept her in place. Guilt is eternal in her throat, given that she had barely managed to paddle to safety. Salmonshade had hauled Lichenstar out of the water, both were soaked- Lichenstar died. Died, for her, her useless paws that couldn't swim fast enough to make it away from getting stuck. Dropletkit is much like her, worrying over thoughts in this moment that she barely twitches at her kit's wiggling. Her words, however, did knock her from her stupor.

Claythorn's eyes shifted towards Dropletkit, her chin lowering to press against the smallest of her five. Ears tilt and lay down, eyes closing briefly as she just breathes. Her ilk are safe, be it by Cicadaflight's sacrifice, or Lichenstar's sacrifice, Rivuletkit's kindness- Beefang's toil, too. Claythorn suddenly owes much to the clan she gave flank and nail to defend. Her ears twitch as Dropletkit asks her questions, and guilt overwhelms her once more, a noise leaving the scorned queen. Her chin lifts as her daughter speaks, and she looks on for a long moment.

A breath slipped from her mouth. ".. My little raindrop." She begins, unsure of how best to broach it but she continues on regardless. "Do you remember how I told the stories about Starclan?" Her voice is gentle, a tone the kits were seeing less as Claythorn became more of herself from before queenship- but quietly gentle so, as if not to spook. "Gladefrost and Magpiepaw... they've gone to Starclan. We call it death, our final life event before we are claimed by the stars." She says softly. "They went before camp flooded." Her nose turned, brushing against the side of her kits head as she continued.

"Do you remember the kits that Lichenstar gave to me that night before the flood? Those were Gladefrost's. Magpiepaw... drowned, much like we almost did, before the flood." She shifts uncomfortably, then rasps her tongue over Dropletkit's head- it was unsure if she was doing that to care for her own nerves, or to comfort her daughter- maybe both. "They are... looking for Apricotflower, now, my little raindrop. We fear she has also gone to Starclan." Claythorn utters, sad eyes finding her kit's.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ┌── THOSE FIVES WORDS IN MY HEAD ⋅❁⋅ YOU SAID ILL NEVER LET YOU GO! ──┐‎

• "speech"

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• CLAYTHORN she/her, queen of riverclan, sixteen moons.
  ⭃ LH chocolate torbie with mismatched golden eyes, scars across her right cheek and over her left ear. cold exterior and threatening glares, built for stamina/battle and not swimming (tall/muscled)
  ⭃ mentored by darkbranch (npc) / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ mated to otterbite / / mother to dark-kit, onyxkit, sparrowkit, eelkit, dropletkit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[DROPLETKIT]

Claythorn asks if she remembers the stories about Starclan. "Yeah... I do, mama." but to her, the little Starclan stories were nothing more than make-believe, a silly little thing Claythorn made up to indulge her daughters insistence on a story. She says Gladefrost and Magpiepaw are in Starclan- they were with Starclan, the Star cats, cats that no longer walk with Riverclan.

We call it death, our final life event before we are claimed by the stars.

Dropletkit rises to her paws, squeaking out something in indignance. "Well, thats not-" fair! Her words catch in her throat. Thats not fair, thats not fair, thats not fair! Their lips part as if they are about to protest but any of it dies on the tip of her tongue as Claythorn's eyes meet theirs. Her eyes are just as sad, an emotion she had never seen on her mother before and the reality begins to set in. Dropletkit will never again get to play dress-up with Magpiepaw, now understands why Blackpaw had withdrew. They'll never get to see Gladefrost whereas previously she had just been convinced the queen had been out on a long walk.

Gone, they will never be coming back; this whole time they were dead. The kittens that Droplet had insisted on helping Claythorn take care of were Gladefrosts, and it hadn't been a sleepover at all. Her mouth opens and closes again as if she is trying to formulate a thought, floundering on what to say. "But- But they were here, just a little bit ago.. How can they be...?" Claythorn explains it. Doesn't explain Gladefrosts passing in depth, but explains that Magpiepaw had drowned.

They stare blankly at the ground as a tongue rasps over their head.

Claythorn delivers another blow. Now, just as her mother says, she may never get to see Apricotflower again. But... But- But why? She... She was just in the nursery yesterday, she can remember it! She remembers Apricotflower just as she does Magpiepaw and Gladefrost, though a little shaper, less hazy... She remembers Apricotflowers smile, and she remembers her being Robinhearts mama, and... Oh, thinking of that makes her downright sad. Theres a thought in the back of her mind that keeps getting louder no matter how much she tries to push it down. What if I lost my mama? Their throat is suddenly dry, their chest tight. Thinking of it... Claythorn had gotten stuck, at one point, and her panic became Dropletkits panic, and thats the loudest the little kitten had ever screamed before. What if Claythorn hadn't gotten unstuck? What if... The image of Apricotflower, submerging, popping up for just a moment and then disappearing beneath the waves is now replaced with familiar chocolate-patched fur, the very thought of it sending ice through their veins.

She begins to cry, silent tears running down their cheeks as their lip quivers. "Mama..." they sniffle, eyes round with worry and sorrow. "I don't want you to go to Starclan, ever. I- I don't want you to be with Gladefrost and Magpiepaw!" she buries her face in to her mothers fur, just as she had done previously, trying to commit to memory how it feels as if Claythorn would be the next to disappear. Previously the thought had never come up, blissfully unaware of the concept of death... But now she fears it just as much as she was afraid of the flood. I don't ever want to say goodbye.

𝖢𝖮𝖬𝖤 𝖮𝖭 𝖮𝖴𝖳, 𝖫𝖨𝖦𝖧𝖳 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖶𝖠𝖸 ݁˖ ❀ ⋆｡˚ 𝖫𝖤𝖳 𝖴𝖲 𝖲𝖤𝖤 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖧𝖮𝖬𝖤 𝖨𝖭 𝖮𝖴𝖱 𝖣𝖱𝖤𝖠𝖬𝖲

• ❥ dropletkit
  ❥ afab demi-girl .☘︎ ݁˖ she/they .☘︎ ݁˖ 3 months
  ❥ riverclan kit .☘︎ ݁˖ adopted by claythorn & otterbite
  ❥ small albino she-kit with dusty rose colored eyes .☘︎ ݁˖ very soft & fuzzy
  ❥ "speech, F3C4C5" .☘︎ ݁˖ thoughts
  ❥ single .☘︎ ݁˖ too young to consider love
  ❥ smells like flowers & milk .☘︎ ݁˖ distant nostalgia
  ❥ penned by chuff