The ocean is in my soul,
And it's pulling me back to shore.
I'm letting go of the weight that's dragging me down.
And it's pulling me back to shore.
I'm letting go of the weight that's dragging me down.
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" Warmglow? " called the soft voice of Wavesong as she dipped her head into the nursery, her whiskers lifting with a small smile. " Aye, there ye are. Sometimes I swear I miss spendin' m'days in here an' chatterin' with ye lot. " Her purr came warm and low as she slipped inside, letting her eyes wander over the familiar nests and soft bedding. So many moons lived within these walls. Heartache woven through joy, grief sitting beside laughter like old denmates. She remembered her little ones tumbling over each other, play-fighting, squeaking their first bold dreams to the air. Soon Heather would join them with guppies of her own. Life kept arriving, no matter how many storms tried to turn it back.
" M'hopin' yer not missin' me presence yet, aye? " she teased, a crooked grin tugging at her maw. She padded closer and set down a neat piece of fish between them. " Fer ye. Weren't sure if ye had a nibble yet, but I reckoned... " Her voice trailed off as her gaze drifted outward, finding one of her kits across the nursery. The smile held, but something beneath it trembled like a leaf in wind. Safety had been promised here, warmth had been expected. Now? Rushingtide and Pikestar's clash still echoed in her bones, and the changes laid upon the Clan weighed heavy on any mother who dared think too far ahead... For Warmglow, who was so new here... It would be the same, wouldn't it...?
She drew a slow breath and looked back to Warmglow, her expression softer, more open. The playfulness eased aside to make room for sincerity. " How... Are ye doin'? " she murmured, settling beside her. " Truly. Not th'polite answer. Th'real one. "
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