He's gone. Once again, her Fishfreckle is gone. It's been... days... weeks, even, since she last saw him. Her days have been spent in the nursery with her kits, hoping that maybe their father might visit them. Where had he even gone? Larkwing can only hope he's still alive out there. She has very little trust and faith in the stars, they have done nothing for her and she knows that is not where her ultimate fate lies, but she hopes, should the very worst have happened, that they are being gentle with him. He deserves that. She could have given him that. But he's gone. All she has left are Fernkit, Houndkit and Faithkit. They're all she has left.
She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath for a count of one... two... three... and then opens them again. Push it down. Don't feel it. Put on a brave face.
Larkwing turns and slips back into the nursery, sorrow giving way at the edges to anger.
Fishfreckle
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Truth be told, Fishfreckle recalled very little of the last couple of weeks. He remembered that he wanted to find a place to take Larkwing and do something special for her, but after? How he had gotten lost or why he was in the middle of nowhere -- well, he didn't know.
The trip itself started off fine, and that much he could remember, but everything after that? A blur.
Initially, the small framed tom left camp in order to find a spot to take Larkwing. He knew that being a mother wasn't exactly easy, and he wanted to make up for not really knowing what to do with the inclusion of new members into their family. (Their family? When did he and Larkwing officially-- y'know what that was a thought for later) Larkwing seemed to be returning to her former self bit by bit and he wanted to bring more of that out. He preferred the witty and fiery Larkwing to the one that moped around as if the world turned its back on her (which in a way it did). More than anything though, he wanted to do something to make her smile and hopefully bring her out of her shell some more. He wanted to show that he appreciated her.
Now though? He was on his way back to camp after far too long away. Large chunks of his memory from the last couple of weeks were missing but one thing that he could very vividly remember was coming to in the middle of nowhere and knowing that he messed up. Larkwing was waiting on him, their daughters were waiting on him. How could he just... He disappeared. Again. Larkwing would be pissed, he knew it, but he couldn't just not come back. He promised her -- he promised her that he would always come back. That he wouldn't leave her like everyone else, nor abandon her the way he was abandoned by all of those in his own life. Fishfreckle had in a sense become the very thing he despised most.
And he hated it.
He didn't hate that he had ended up a hypocrite, or anything simple like that. His hatred extended far deeper than that. He hated the fact that he left the only cat who accepted him alone. He hated the fact that he'd gone and did the very same thing his own father did and left Larkwing alone to parent their kits by herself (but in his father's case, the tom died... but there was no way for Larkwing to know he was alive!). As much as he hated kits, he was actually looking forward to getting to know his own but now he managed to miss some a very crucial part of their lives and by proxy missed an important chance to mold them into proper RiverClan cats (though the latter was less important). UGH! What exactly happened in those days?
Heart filled with an unfamiliar dread, Fishfreckle padded into camp. He wouldn't bother going to meet Whatchamacallitstar, that'd be pointless. He had other, more important priorities to get to. Taking a brief look at his surroundings, he caught a brief whiff of an ever-familiar scent that was ever so slightly intermingled with the smell of milk. 'Larkwing' He thought. As if she were a phantom, he just barely caught site of her tortoiseshell pelt disappearing into the nursery.
A whirlwind of unfamiliar feelings swirled within his blue-grey pelt. Sorrow, shame, but most of all: fear. Fishfreckle for once in his life feared confrontation. He knew that he couldn't run away from this, nor did he have the right to. He was going to have to face this, face her head-on.
Brows furrowed while he mused with himself on how to handle this, he forced himself to pad forward.
Step. Step. Step.
Every step he took brought the crushing weight of anxiety further and further onto him until he felt like he would drown under its pressure. Then, like a cascade, all of that washed away the moment he saw her. Larkwing. [His] Larkwing. The relief that came over him was enough to bring a moistness to his eyes. That's when he knew. Even if she never forgave him, or she yelled at him and berated him and wouldn't speak to him ever again, he was home.
Step. Step. Step.
One tentative footstep after the other, making no effort to hide his approach until he was beside her. "My lov--Larkwing... I'm back." He wanted to smile, he tried, but instead, his pained expression gave way to a trembling lip and flattened ears -- a stark contrast to his usual air of unfettered confidence. "I..." His voice caught in his throat for a moment as he struggled with the words "I'm so sorry." That was right. He didn't have to go into the details now, he didn't have to try and give some lengthy explanation, no. Right now what was needed first and foremost was an apology. Everything else would come in due time, and when it did, he wouldn't run away and he wouldn't make any excuses. "I messed up, Larky. I'm so sorry."
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"Eheheh! I'm so tall now!" The kit mewed with glee, holding onto the toms back with excitement. "Onwards! Big bad Badger!"
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Palekit squirmed, and opened his icy blue eyes for the first time. He gazed around, looking at everything.
| @Foxlily - Ripplekit | @AlcatraxMoxie - Flutterkit | @sylvia26 - Frostkit | @newo - Rainkit |
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0 moons old (she-cat)
*-_-*"I might not see the world as you but I'll tell you this, I am frost itself"*-_*
~~~ frostkit yawned, eyes opening but it was dark...she wasn't sure w h y it was dark but decided maybe she just couldn't see at the moment, she wiggled a bit and smelled something...or someone. she let out a little meow as she wiggled over to the smell and pawing at...a body? soft and...nice? what was it??? she was so confused that she pawed at it again. ~~~
((frostkit has been pawing at flutterkit @AlcatraxMoxie ))
"Yeah you do. We all need safe. A fancy new camp and another new leader isn't doing it; everyone still expects it when one of our cats goes and acts crazy and I don't think we'll ever be safe if that's the way they think of us. We're lucky Windclan doesn't seem all that mad about their dead warrior but it's not just one at a time we need to keep happy, is it?" Her ears twitch, then flatten. "And anyway, you need safe because you've got kits now, and if something happens to you because of what we all are and who you were, once, then that's three kits—and a? Mate?—at the least with someone to avenge. And the stone just keeps rolling downhill."
Salamanderpaw wants this to be as easy as it had all felt once upon a time, when Riverclan was blameless and true and every other clan in the forest was comprised of faceless, evil, unfair monsters. Lately, though, it seems like she might be missing some valuable context. It's somewhere between frustrating and mortifying to have to figure out that all this struggle might have been earned honestly, after all.
"Eesh. Bumblestar especially? She's the angriest of them all right now. Or at least the only one who could get up and shout about it from the Seastones. So how bad were you? I don't hear cats really talk about it much. Everyone's got their own stuff they're too busy thinking about instead...do you think that's a good thing or a bad thing?" Maybe it's Salamanderpaw's own fault for not ever taking an active interest in their clan's history (never took any kit lessons and she sort of just tunes the elders out any time she has to go help in that den) but her knowledge of Riverclan politics pre-Fadingstar is spotty at best. Fadingstar wasn't a particularly great leader, but the way Salamanderpaw understands it, his predecessors didn't set a very high standard. Maybe that's why he'd at least seemed well-liked, for a time; a low branch to step over makes anyone seem tall. Beyond him, she only knows a jumble of names—BeanGingerLarkBirdBlahBlahBlah—but she's never really known what to specifically ascribe to each besides the Riverclan Leader Special: left/died fast, left/died fast, left/died fast...except Larkwing's still here. Back here. Whichever.
Salamanderpaw sits, slowly cobbling together the last bits of mess from the final nest she had to do. She could just haul it off and start carrying scraps out of camp right now but she's dragging for the express purpose of letting Larkwing speak. There's plenty more probing questions she could shoot out at the queen, but she'll wait to see what all Larkwing willingly offers for herself.
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Truth be told, Fishfreckle recalled very little of the last couple of weeks. He remembered that he wanted to find a place to take Larkwing and do something special for her, but after? How he had gotten lost or why he was in the middle of nowhere -- well, he didn't know.
The trip itself started off fine, and that much he could remember, but everything after that? A blur.
She sees him. Right there, a silky grey pelt catches her eye and Larkwing can practically feel the way she wants to start grinning, the way the edge of her mouth twitches upwards and she has to fight to keep away. She isn't happy right now, she's supposed to be angry with him! He'd just- just vanished! Just like that! When she'd needed him - wanted him - most!
The more she thinks about it, the angrier she finds herself getting, tail lashing behind her erratically. She does not approach him, instead she finds her way over to her nest and sits down, deliberately ignoring the tom's presence. The guilt eats away at her but she's proving a point. How many chances has she given him? How many times has he disappeared anyway?
Mountainspring lay curled around the kits that she had just given birth just moments prior. As soon as she had finished washing her oldest son---which she had decided to name Pigeonkit---she turned to the next, another tom in which she would name Heronkit.
After finishing washing Heronkit, Mountainspring turned her head to wash the third kit, her daughter, Lichenkit. ''I promise you three that you'll be loved,'' She murmured softly.
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Baneberryburst
RiverClan Warrior
Kind and loving
Baneberryburst rushed into the nursery and went straight to Mountainspring. He saw the three kits curled up next to her. They are so cute! He purred and curled up next to his mate. I will protect these kits with my life.
He nuzzled the kits, then turned to lick Mountain's forehead. How are you, sweetheart?
Mountainspring let out a warm purr as her mate made his way into the nursery. ''Hi,'' She murmured, her tail wrapped around their three kits. ''You have two sons and a daughter who's non-binary.''
She chuckled softly and looked down at them. ''Meet your kits, Baneberryburst.''
The tiny calico shifts as they're nuzzled, turning against her mother's side so she's facing the new cat. Baneberryburst is also huge, and warm, though his nose isn't quite as comfortable as Mountainspring's fur. He's... nice. Safe. Lichenkit lets out a soft set of mews as a greeting.
*-_-*"I might not see the world as you but I'll tell you this, I am frost itself"*-_*
~~~ "m e w" she meows, pushing on the body more...to her now...and sudden thought, this is a sibling, and she wants to play...or...something...she isn't sure. she grumbles softly as she wiggles against her sibling more. ~~~
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