[poppy]

Dovefluff

The fluffy warrior felt her chest constrict with pain. Her daughter had witnessed the same horror she had. If Springpaw would allow her, once the molly was satisfied that her daughter wasn't harmed, she reached forward to hug the young calico shakily, relief clear in her soft breaths. Okay. Her daughter wasn't physically hurt. That was good. But she knew better then anyone that the mental and emotional injuries were usually much more painful.

"If you ever need t-to talk about anything, I'm here for you, okay? Anything at all." She whispered softly, trying not to let her voice break. Springpaw was too young to have seen the things that she had seen. The last thing Dovefluff wanted was for her daughter to have the same life as her. For her daughter to end up like her.

In response to her kid's query, the molly felt the fib roll from her tongue. It was like a reflex, like whenever someone would ask her why she looked like she had been crying back in ShadowClan. "Oh, I'm okay. Just tired." Just tired. She felt like a horrible mother, but she couldn't burden her daughter with her own inner turmoil. What kind of mom would she be? She had to be okay. For Springpaw.

[ @ares <3 ]