[Estelle]

Though the grump assigned to lead her patrol seemed to be in a hurry, it seemed the pair had to wait a short while for their mysterious third member to arrive. However, as time dragged on and Sleepypaw got the idea it may become time for them to leave, there still was no sign of the second warrior. One glance around the clearing in search for this stranger brought her mother directly into her line of sight. Her mother, and a kit at her side, much like Fogkit had been two moons ago. Mama seemed so gentle, talking to the younger kit. She couldn't quite hear what they were saying, but a twinge of pain in her chest betrayed her wish to stand at her mother's side; her mother who had evidently replaced not only with the thirteen, but with other kits as well. Memories of mama's gentle words and soft touch often lulled the newly named apprentice to sleep at night, even when she resided in her Grandmama's den. Memories of that promise mama had made to her moons ago. ...She felt strangely weary, at the thought. Her mother bloodied that time, she knew now, but did not even give her the time of day when she addressed her the second time Sleepypaw found her with new scars at the meeting. And even now she did not know what happened, only that a cruel incident supposedly took her mother's sight.

She was composed, now, often enough. Sleepypaw copied Dawnstar's stance, or tried to, never to show an emotion out of line but in this moment she felt a single yearning to be with her mama. To lay at her side again, to hear her voice speak to her - not anyone else - just as she had done before training Flashpaw. She blinked slowly, watching her mother's paw wave at her in a strange sight. Sleepypaw didn't wave back. She didn't move, perhaps for several seconds. But she knew Chesnutfeather hadn't left yet, she would have heard. She couldn't tell what controlled her to do this, but upon several endless moment of silence the young white-flecked apprentice marched over to her mother and gently bumped, or rather pressed, the top of her head against her mama's chest. She remained silent there, head against her mama without speaking a single word, not thinking of the other kit at her side. Larkfire was her mama. And no one else's.


[ @Rose @Rani ]