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"Lilypaw, that's a wonderful name. Though now that I think about it, I don't think we have a Wolfpaw." Being a former kittypet, Wisteriawren was terrible with remembering everyone's names, but... hopefully she wasn't wrong. "ThunderClan's Medicine Cat is named Wolf--" Sunkit had burst into tears. Wait, what?? Sunkit had burst into tears?! Wisteriawren's head jerked around to look at the weeping kitten, gold-flecked blue eyes widening in alarm. "Sunkit, oh- come here, what's wrong?" The classic tabby attempted to wrap her tail around the kitten.
Oh...their parents had died. Wolfkit could see why the other kit was in distress as she'd be reacting the same way to terrible news, but the kit couldn't help but feel apthetic towards Sunkit's tears, as the mood of the conversation had suddenly changed.
"How did you forget your parents died, they're literally your parents?" Wolfkit asked, trying and failing to hide the annoyance and edge in her tone. Starclan they were having a nice conversation but now she's upset and taking that out on another kit. Her mother would never approve of this behavior and she knew it, so Wolfkit couldn't help but look nervously around the den, almost as if she's anticipating that her mother appears out of thin air to give her an earful.
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Oh...their parents had died. Wolfkit could see why the other kit was in distress as she'd be reacting the same way to terrible news, but the kit couldn't help but feel apthetic towards Sunkit's tears, as the mood of the conversation had suddenly changed.
"How did you forget your parents died, they're literally your parents?" Wolfkit asked, trying and failing to hide the annoyance and edge in her tone. Starclan they were having a nice conversation but now she's upset and taking that out on another kit. Her mother would never approve of this behavior and she knew it, so Wolfkit couldn't help but look nervously around the den, almost as if she's anticipating that her mother appears out of thin air to give her an earful.
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"do you expect to think about them all the time like I should cry every day about them"she spat she was angry but tears still came out of her eyes
Marigoldpaw
She, Her\Apprentice\12 moons\Riverclan
"There will come a poet whose weapon is his word."
Purrks: Dreamwalker [ACTIVE] Chill of Death [ACTIVE]
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Marigoldpaw had soon realized she wasn't really doing much around the clan, like at all... With her mentors sudden disappearance, training was turning out to be pretty slow for her. So, she decided that she might as well stock up on apprentice duties even if she lacked in a good amount of training. She'd just have to jump that hurdle when she got to it... Which, hopefully was soon, unless she fancied drowning into any nearby rivers, brrrr...
The thin and malnourished she walked into the nursery, a stringy fish in-between her jaws. She'd wanted to eat the meal herself, but she wasn't hungry. With Jayfrost's passing and Speckles disappearance.... Things were getting tougher and tougher to swallow. She couldn't stomach her own feelings, let alone food that stared back at her. She never liked that about prey.
Apart of her figured they could just gauge their eyes out, but that was messy, and gross, and most certainly wouldn't help with her nausea.
Orange paws shuffled onto rocky ground, dark circled eyes darting to the thing she saw first. Larkwing. Marigoldpaw gave the warrior, er, queen, a look. Not a bad one! Marigoldpaw might've been grieving, but she wasn't mean. She just remembered her, faintly, remembered the dull and wispy face of the tortoiseshell as she stood atop the Floodstone, her eyes far from Marigoldpaw's hazel gaze. And then after that, hunger came to her memories, months alone to chase daisies.
"Hey uh... Larkwing! Urm. Congratulations?" No, no, she was doing it all wrong! She sounded super condescending, ACK! "I mean uh--- sorry. Not sorry that you uh have children, no that's not it! Sorry that I'm being stupid and weird." She cheesed a crooked smile before repositioning the fish between her teeth. "Uh... Are you.... Hungry by any chance? I've got something to spare. I know it's not much, heh-heh... Sorry." Noooo!! She was apologizing too much! Where's the off button when she needed it? This was heavily embarrassing...
A voice behind her draws the tortoiseshell's attention, a call of her name and a greeting of congratulations. Marigoldpaw. With effort, Larkwing has to force herself calm, force the instinct to tense and prepare for escape, to search for her easiest route out, away from her mind. Marigoldpaw means her no harm. No one here means her any harm. In fact, the stumbling over her words and the constant apologies rushing from the apprentice's maw earn her a rare and soft smile, one of endearment for a clanmate, for the young, the future of RiverClan.
"Thank you," the warrior queen says warmly, "for the congrats and the fish," she hastens to add, just in case she wasn't clear. Just in case. Marigoldpaw is not a cat Larkwing is overly familiar with - most of her friends are dead or missing or live beyond RiverClan now... Birdsnow, Springburst, Wither, Falconfeather, Rushwater... now, all that remains are Adderstrike and Fishfreckle and... and maybe Pebblesplash, though it has been a long time since Larkwing has spoken to the older molly. Maybe one day Marigoldpaw would mentor one of her kits..? It might be good to get to know her in that case.
"Did you want... to share? Or sit and talk?" At her feet, the clump of moss she'd stolen from her nest in the warrior's den sits all but forgotten. She can find a nest to shove it to be a part of later. There's still time.
Wolfkit nodded, "Well yeah actually, that's how my Mother dealt with death."
Her mother changed a lot after her fathers death, she doesn't like making it obvious, but it was easy for her to notice a shift in her Mother's attitude. It's why she was so willing to explore camp, as her Mom clearly needed the space. She just didn't like when her Mom was upset, because it made things weird and unsettling between them.
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Wolfkit nodded, "Well yeah actually, that's how my Mother dealt with death."
Her mother changed a lot after her fathers death, she doesn't like making it obvious, but it was easy for her to notice a shift in her Mother's attitude. It's why she was so willing to explore camp, as her Mom clearly needed the space. She just didn't like when her Mom was upset, because it made things weird and unsettling between them.
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"that not how I deal with emotional things you-you you empty heartened "she was angry but after she said this she left the nursery and stomped off into the dusty clearing with a last glare at wolfkit she stomped in rage off
A voice behind her draws the tortoiseshell's attention, a call of her name and a greeting of congratulations. Marigoldpaw. With effort, Larkwing has to force herself calm, force the instinct to tense and prepare for escape, to search for her easiest route out, away from her mind. Marigoldpaw means her no harm. No one here means her any harm. In fact, the stumbling over her words and the constant apologies rushing from the apprentice's maw earn her a rare and soft smile, one of endearment for a clanmate, for the young, the future of RiverClan.
"Thank you," the warrior queen says warmly, "for the congrats and the fish," she hastens to add, just in case she wasn't clear. Just in case. Marigoldpaw is not a cat Larkwing is overly familiar with - most of her friends are dead or missing or live beyond RiverClan now... Birdsnow, Springburst, Wither, Falconfeather, Rushwater... now, all that remains are Adderstrike and Fishfreckle and... and maybe Pebblesplash, though it has been a long time since Larkwing has spoken to the older molly. Maybe one day Marigoldpaw would mentor one of her kits..? It might be good to get to know her in that case.
"Did you want... to share? Or sit and talk?" At her feet, the clump of moss she'd stolen from her nest in the warrior's den sits all but forgotten. She can find a nest to shove it to be a part of later. There's still time.
Marigoldpaw
She, Her\Apprentice\12 moons\Riverclan
"There will come a poet whose weapon is his word."
Purrks: Dreamwalker [ACTIVE] Chill of Death [ACTIVE]
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Marigoldpaw could see the tense of the queens muscles and the level of vulnerability in her small smile. Marigoldpaw returned the gesture happily, pulling back her muzzle to reveal her own set of teeth, a smile that made her eyes seem a bit less red from crying, but Marigoldpaw wasn't certain the reddish tint would ever leave them.
She gave a nod at her words, her smile only widening. She was somewhat worried at first, worried that the fish between her orange rimmed maw was far too small for a fully grown warrior, scrawny or not. Yet, the she-cat seemed to be grateful regardless, something to reassure her fear of completely screwing up. "Ah, ahem, it's no uh, problem, really! I um... I love to help, so if ya, er, ever need anything..." She trailed off, hoping she wasn't completely forcing the offer. Marigoldpaw was constantly treading a thin line of being an absolute bumbling idiot and then slightly okay. She wasn't sure how anycat took much liking to her... Especially Aspenpaw. They were both so different. Hm, she owed her friend a gift, and a thank you.
Larkwing's offer was met with a beaming grin, though the thin apprentice let out a huff of discomfort at the mention of eating. "Ha! Uh, talking would be uh, great! Though, the fish is uh all yours, I'm not too hungry." Heavy pawsteps went over to Larkwing, hazel eyes lingering at the moss seated between tan paws. She sat next to her and smiled, dropping fish in front of her. "So uh, who's the fortunate mate? If you uh, dont mind me asking."
Marigoldpaw never knew her mother, or her father. She had no idea what either of them were like, only that they were gone and probably looked a little bit like her. She knew that kits came in litters... Did she have any siblings? Some she simply wasn't aware of? A wave of grief clouded her face. She didn't even know them... Why was she so sad? Swallowing back her own threatening emotions, she looked back to the queen with a kind gaze, sadness rimming the corners of her eyes.
There is an acceptance of the offer to talk, and a refusal to share the fish. Larkwing is... a little disappointed at that, she used to believe that the best conversations were had over a shared meal. Perhaps that belief had been scrubbed from her over time, the naive well meaning wishes of a cat younger and less scarred, both emotionally and physically. Even still, her invitation had been met with a yes, and it warms her somewhat to know that not all her Clan hate her. And Marigold's question of her kits' parentage is not unwelcome, but it is still a little startling. They haven't been... public, exactly, with this, or really with each other for that matter, neither of them confirming the label they likely both knew was true. And, more than that, the question is distinctly different than the last cat who had asked, and yet, at its core it is the same. Lilyfrost's words ring in the tortoiseshell's mind, and, as quickly as they've come, she shoos them away.
"You're allowed to ask," she says, kind smile gracing her face easily for the first time in moons. How odd to feel so relaxed right now. "Their father is Fishfreckle," she answers easily, a fond look in her eyes as she casts her glance down to the fish. She wants to take a bite, but she also doesn't want to leave a lull in the conversation, so she asks Marigoldpaw, "how are things beyond camp? I haven't been able to get out in the past few moons... are any of the rivers freezing yet?" She doesn't think it's gotten quite that cold just yet, but usually the signs are there early.
There is an acceptance of the offer to talk, and a refusal to share the fish. Larkwing is... a little disappointed at that, she used to believe that the best conversations were had over a shared meal. Perhaps that belief had been scrubbed from her over time, the naive well meaning wishes of a cat younger and less scarred, both emotionally and physically. Even still, her invitation had been met with a yes, and it warms her somewhat to know that not all her Clan hate her. And Marigold's question of her kits' parentage is not unwelcome, but it is still a little startling. They haven't been... public, exactly, with this, or really with each other for that matter, neither of them confirming the label they likely both knew was true. And, more than that, the question is distinctly different than the last cat who had asked, and yet, at its core it is the same. Lilyfrost's words ring in the tortoiseshell's mind, and, as quickly as they've come, she shoos them away.
"You're allowed to ask," she says, kind smile gracing her face easily for the first time in moons. How odd to feel so relaxed right now. "Their father is Fishfreckle," she answers easily, a fond look in her eyes as she casts her glance down to the fish. She wants to take a bite, but she also doesn't want to leave a lull in the conversation, so she asks Marigoldpaw, "how are things beyond camp? I haven't been able to get out in the past few moons... are any of the rivers freezing yet?" She doesn't think it's gotten quite that cold just yet, but usually the signs are there early.
Featherwing padded into the nursery and laying down next to mate Timberfur "i can't wait to have our kits, what do you think they will look like"Featherwing asked kindly licking her mate "they will look as beautiful as you"Timberfur said returning a gentle lick to her ear "hee if you say so"Featherwing said with a little giggle. Timberfur got up "i'm going to get some fresh-kill you want me to get you anything?"he asked his mate, he didn't want her to move anymore then she had to "oh um could you get me some fresh-kill to please"his mate mewed hungrily
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Last edited by Goldkit; November 27th, 2024 at 11:43 AM.
There is an acceptance of the offer to talk, and a refusal to share the fish. Larkwing is... a little disappointed at that, she used to believe that the best conversations were had over a shared meal. Perhaps that belief had been scrubbed from her over time, the naive well meaning wishes of a cat younger and less scarred, both emotionally and physically. Even still, her invitation had been met with a yes, and it warms her somewhat to know that not all her Clan hate her. And Marigold's question of her kits' parentage is not unwelcome, but it is still a little startling. They haven't been... public, exactly, with this, or really with each other for that matter, neither of them confirming the label they likely both knew was true. And, more than that, the question is distinctly different than the last cat who had asked, and yet, at its core it is the same. Lilyfrost's words ring in the tortoiseshell's mind, and, as quickly as they've come, she shoos them away.
"You're allowed to ask," she says, kind smile gracing her face easily for the first time in moons. How odd to feel so relaxed right now. "Their father is Fishfreckle," she answers easily, a fond look in her eyes as she casts her glance down to the fish. She wants to take a bite, but she also doesn't want to leave a lull in the conversation, so she asks Marigoldpaw, "how are things beyond camp? I haven't been able to get out in the past few moons... are any of the rivers freezing yet?" She doesn't think it's gotten quite that cold just yet, but usually the signs are there early.
Marigoldpaw
She, Her\Apprentice\12 moons\Riverclan
"There will come a poet whose weapon is his word."
Purrks: Dreamwalker [ACTIVE] Chill of Death [ACTIVE]
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Well, this was nice actually. It had been awhile since Marigoldpaw actually sat and talked with anycat, since a good amount of them were announced dead or missing or were completely in another clan and potentially had really bad blood with one if her possibly dead friends, but It wasn't worth thinking about, especially since Larkwing deserved her undivided attention. There was no time to think about the past, she could have many friends! But of course, it still stung...
Okay, okay, focus Marigoldpaw, focus.
She blinked as Larkwing spoke, every smile sent her way making her feel a bit warmer inside despite the cold. She never remembered the old leader being like this, infact she barely remembered her at all but... There was something about the air around her when she was still in the position that wreaked of some form of tension. But Marigoldpaw wasn't sure. Regardless, it was nice to see her smile, that whatever happened then wasn't enough to keep her from being happy.
"Fishfreckle, huh?" She gave the soon-to-be queen a kind smile. "You uhm. You seen to like him, a lot. That's good. I er, haven't seen him, but honestly, maybe I have? I'm kinda--- no I'm absolutely terrible at uh faces. They kinda just... Slip past me. I'm sure I've um, seen him before, I just. I just don't remember." Oh... She sounded so rude. Why was talking so hard? It was as though she was throwing shade, at least that's what Marigoldpaw heard. "Not to uh say that he's a bad warrior or anything I just uh, don't have any opinions."
Phew, she was saved from internal damnation, thank the stars.
Oh, beyond camp? Marigoldpaw clenched her teeth and shook her head. "I uh... I haven't even gotten a territory tour yet," she said sheepishly, "though I think it's um. It's safe to assume the uh river is probably frozen over? But yeah... I'm not sure. I barely get out myself." A soft chuckle came with that.
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