Private Camp SkC everything changes, every so slightly // milkheart

[[SNOWVEIL] [SNOWVEIL]]

Where the north wind meets the sea
There's a mother full of memory
Come, my darling, homeward bound
When all is lost, then all is found

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" Milkheart. " rasped the elderly caretaker, her voice low and gravelly from years of use and perhaps a bit more. Her unseeing eyes, pale and clouded, focused on nothing, but her ears turned toward the sound of familiar pawsteps. A smile crept across her muzzle as she rose, padding carefully forward until her tail brushed the other's flank. She settled beside him with a soft purr, their shared warmth filling the den like sunlight filtering through leaves.

" It's been too long since we've simply sat down for a chat. " she murmured, amusement lacing her tone. " Your girls, they're reaching the age of warriorhood, aren't they? " Her tail flicked in a small, affectionate gesture, curling loosely around Milkheart's. " You must be so proud of them. " she added, a smile audible in her voice. " Though I imagine there've been some... Rowdy patches? " A quiet chuckle rumbled in her chest.

She tilted her head slightly, the question that followed softer, curious, but never prying. " What lays in the future for you now, Milkheart, my friend? Have you thought of more kits, perhaps..? " A small pause followed, the faint rustle of bedding and the distant chirp of evening birds filled the space between them. Snowveil's expression turned contemplative. " I know things have been a jumble. " she admitted, her tone gentle. " But life moves ever forward. One cannot linger in the past. "

Her tail brushed the other's once more, a wordless reassurance. " Still... " she murmured. " It's nice to sit here and remember, just for a moment. "

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[Milkheart Milkheart Milkheart's icon]

I like it better when the sun shines,
Give me those good times, then I'll be alright

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MILKHEART, He/Him / 39 moons / Skyclan Caregiver
Seal Sepia tom with high white, has scruffy tipped ears, a long fluffy cream-white tail and amber-caramel eyes
Former mate(...?) of DUCHESS, Father of CREAMPAW, SWIRLPAW and CHESTNUTPAW
Radiates Dad Energytm​, good with kits, warm and amicable (totally doesn't look like a hot chocolate, except he does)
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Milkheart had recently gone out to restock supplies for the nursery, with his return heralding fresh moss and even fresher freshkill for the residents there. Soon after he had stored all of it away, he chose to sit down and relax for a bit. Taking time to rest was important to continuing one's duty after all.

A familiar old voice soon caught his ear. "Ah, Snowveil." He bowed his head and tapped the ground twice to let her know that was what he did- it had become instinct for him to greet her this way as he did not want to leave her without his respect as he offered others. "S'been a few moons, yeah." It had indeed been a considerable while since they had spoken at length outside of regular clan news and goings-on.

At the mention of his three girls, Milkheart's chest was filled with pride, worry, happiness and much more- as any good father would find themselves. "Proud? Hah, that is but a fraction of what I feel. I am proud, and so much more." As for rowdy patches, Milkheart let out a light laugh. "Of course, that's what happens when you raise kits- you know this~!"

Milkheart looked out into the camp beyond the nursery, and fell silent as Snowveil continued to speak. His gaze shifted in a very specific direction, as if he could see something far far away- or at least he was willing himself to imagine that he could. "I found her again." Milkheart smiled, still looking in the direction of that clearing where he had reunited with Duchess. "After we left our old lands... I thought she would never again be the magic to grace my ears, the treasure to brighten my eyes and the warmth that lit up my life. Yet, she is near, in the Twolegplace beyond our border. A miracle, one I believe Starclan granted me. I will make right what I did wrong back then- bring her into Skyclan as I intended to- those rotten Twolegs be damned! I know Hawkstar isn't fond of her, but I don't care. I'll convince her to let Duchess join us properly. I'll do whatever it takes. Then, I will have no past to linger on, just a future to look forward to." He spoke with rock solid and immovable emotion, sturdy and powerful will. "Though, if you have any advice, I'd appreciate it. I might be one of her best friends but you were Hawkstar's mentor, and she respects you a great deal too."

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I tell you what— you better not be bringing bad vibes,
Leave your troubles behind, then I'll be alright​

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[[SNOWVEIL] [SNOWVEIL]]

Where the north wind meets the sea
There's a mother full of memory
Come, my darling, homeward bound
When all is lost, then all is found

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Snowveil listened to her friend, a smile touching her greying muzzle, dipping her head as a crackling guffaw shook through her chest, rich, aged, and carrying something deeper than elderdom. Something that had rooted itself within her a while ago and refused to leave. " Oh, I know this very well. " she breathed, heart aching as Stormcrow's memory warmed her. Her proud child... She had been so grateful to guide her, to hear her first words, to steady her through her first clumsy steps, to nudge her forward every time she faltered. She had grown into such a fine warrior. A warrior who had made her Clan proud.

" Oh, don't I know this... " Snowveil repeated woth a reminiscent smile to her face, purring softly as Milkheart continued. Continue about finding his footing again, about that molly, about all the tangled paths fate had thrown their way. She remembered those dark days too well... The sorrow, the fractures, the misunderstandings. And now this plan... Duchess returning to SkyClan, to raise her kits where both their parents stood beside them. It was a fine idea. A hopeful one. But Duchess... Ah. Snowveil knew how poorly others had come to view her, born more from missteps and confusion than malice.

" You lovestruck fool. " she sighed at last, though her smile remained fond, even teasing. " Absolute idiot. " She lifted her head toward Milkheart's voice, the angle precise in the way only a blind elder could manage. " I will vouch for you... If it comes to it. " she said firmly, flicking her torn ear. " Stand your ground. Be honest, and true to what you believe in. That is the only advice I can give you, friend. "

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