BRIGHT & NEWLY SEWN | Honeyflower

[Sweetnose]

･ﾟ :｡･･ Tomorrow holds no promises ･ﾟ·:｡･ ✦ except the ones we've made.

The dark tom laid on his side, enjoying the warmth of the sun and listening to the shrill cry of kittens giggling and rolling about as he lounged near Honeyflower who was currently keeping a careful eye on Owlbear's newest flock from a distance. She had never struck him as wanting kits, mostly because they were still so young themselves and that the barn had been rather crowded fairly often with how many cats came an went from it - but a small part of him also felt hesitance in the idea because his inability to see had been there since birth. Some cats passed down colors, some passed down having an extra toe or the length of their fur and he didn't truly understand it but he worried that he might pass down his blindness. He had never felt particularly bad about not being able to see, as a kit Hornet was quick to stomp down anyone bullying him and hovered protectively and Honeyflower had never paid much attention to it either outside a few careful questions when they first met. But still, he often dreamt of what the world looked like, he had no means to compare, his imagination taking over for what his eyes could not see.
"They're fun aren't they? The kits." He commented, tone carefully guarded as if unsure how to breach the question before simply diving in, "Have you ever thought of what it'd be like?"

Ooc- @Honeyflower

･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟ ･ﾟ·:･ﾟ ･ﾟ·:｡･ ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟ･ﾟ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･･ﾟ･ i am lost here ｡✦ ･ﾟi am lost with you･ﾟ ･ﾟ･･ﾟ･ﾟ･

Sweetnose

— Warrior of WindClan
— He/Him
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
— Solid black tom w/yellow eyes. (Is Blind)
#edc11a

 

[HoneyflowerHoneyflower's icon]

Slow Down, Just Breathe

Back at the barn Honeyflower had taken it upon herself to help out any parents living within the barn, be that kitsitting or gathering new materials for nests. Despite the change in scenery and position the molly found herself doing much of the same. It was comforting, in a way. Life went on.

Honey shifted, rising to her paws and stretching before sliding back towards the ground with her hind legs sprawled out behind her. The kits were behaving themselves for now. She spared a warm glance in her mate's direction. The thought of kits of their own had been an occasional idle daydream when kitsitting.

What would they look like? Would they look like her and Sassafrass? Or more like Sweet and his sister and father? ...Did he even want to have kits? What if something went wrong?

"They are! I love kitsitting when they're this age." She chirped, thoughtful. Sweetnose's question caught her off guard-she spluttered, sitting up to look at him. "W-well, sometimes..! Usually when I'm kitsitting like this. I just never brought it up because I wasn't sure how to ask..."

And it was true, but mostly she worried that she'd mess it all up somehow. Sweet would be an amazing father, of course, but what if she wasn't as good of a mother as she hoped? What if she rolled over onto the kits in her sleep or something like that? What if it hurt too much? ...What if what happened to Sweet and Hornet's mother happened to her?

"Do..." Her ears flushed hot, suddenly feeling shy and her voice cane out as a soft squeak. "Do you want kits..?"

xxx

All We Have Is All We Need

Tags

Honey

✿—Moor Runner Of WindClan
✿—She/Her
✿—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
✿—Dilute Calico Shecat With Green Eyes And A Floppy Ear
#a4e1ba