Camp RC a mother's heart // warmglow

[Wavesong]

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.

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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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42 MOONS

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˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Baby do you know what you wanna hear?​

indentWarmglow squeaks when Wavesong comes to her. She'd been so deep in thought, she hadn't even noticed the other molly enter the nursery.
"Wavesong! It's good to see you, again. I've missed spending time with you." Her voice is light, but the claws digging into the moss of her nest betray her mood. The young mother is nervous, every waking thought laced with fear and anxiety. She hungrily eyes the fish Wavesong drops at her paws, still her favorite food after so many moons, but quickly averts her eyes.
"t's alright! I can eat after the warriors do."

indentWavesong's expression catches her off guard. Soft and open, the older molly asks after Warmglow's well being, with an urging not to lie. She shrinks away from the warm gaze, directing her eyes firmly on her paws. Still, she answers.
"I'm worried. I always knew I was being done a massive favor when Riverclan took me in, but I guess I didn't guess I would have been causing so much trouble." She opens her mouth to continue, but pauses, eyes flitting back to watch Wavesong's face. 'Is it really alright to say something like that, about someone's kit?' Wavesong's demeanor, though, gives her the impression she won't be able to weasel out of continuing.

indent"When... when Rushingtide spoke of Pikestar's kindness, he sounded so angry. I can't help but wonder... was I part of his mistakes? Without extra mouths to feed, you'd be able to keep your family healthy and full." Warmglow can't help but pause between words, needing time for the words to come to her. Her claws continue to knead, tearing up the nest she had so thoughtfully put together.

Warmglow - 38 moons - Riverclan Queen