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(takes place following this thread)
She pushes into camp, her body feels heavier than usual. She is soaked in blood, the blood of her sister, the blood of the deceased queen that was still laying next to the Thunderpath. She feels hollow, the tiny newborn kit dangling in her maw. It is wet from the birth, coated in blood and the chill of the snow. Broad shoulders stand proudly, her usual scowl returns. She can't let the kits and apprentices see her weak, she can't let them see. A few glances meet her stained pelt, a mix of concern and curiosity. The kit in her jaws wails pitifully, she lowers them from her maw to her fluffy tail --- still streaked with blood.
"Seafoambelly is dead." She announces, solemnly, looking at the eyes of those gathered around her. "There was a queen crossing the thunderpath and her bleeding heart had to save her." She meowed, a hint of coldness that her sister had died for a molly that was bound for death anyway. She softened considerably when the kitten let out a pitiful noise once again, no, Seafoambelly had died so this little one could live. She looks at her clanmates, her gruffness returning with a harsh scowl.
"Don't just stand there! Seafoambelly and the queen are on the side of the Thunderpath! They deserve a real burial!" She shouts, hissing. She looks down at the kit again, paw gently touching the light fur instinctively. "I will raise the queen's child, she is mine." Her tone remains harsh, but she knows her own personal redemption for her actions rest upon this tiny kit. She raises to her feet again, picking up the kit and mumbling around the small body.
"I will bury my sister, alone." She mutters, moving towards the nursery to add the kit to a nursing queen's brood so they can warm themselves and get the milk they need. She cannot carry her sister's body back to camp, at least not alone. She has been retired too long, her paws aching from the effort of today already --- begging for a mercy that she knew would not come until her sister had a proper burial.
And then there was the kit, she glances towards the queen she had placed her with. Pitiful tiny paws kneeding into the belly of a mother that wasn't her own, Urchin felt disgusted that she could not offer her own milk --- but she knew that she could offer the child something she would not have otherwise: a mother. She knelt beside the queen, softness as she looked towards the tiny kitten that her sister had risked her life for. Her crimson blood staining the snow a grim reminder of how this kit came into the world, she sighed. The crimson leaves of that flower in the pocosin seemed like a reminder, an omen. Oleander had gifted her one once, it's scent unlike anything she had experienced.
"Little Saffron," She meowed, gently nudging the kit closer to the queen before returning to the clearing to see if any warriors had made an effort to move. Her expression shifted again, red-hot hostility brimming.
"Don't just stand there!" She shouts, "Move! To the Thunderpath you mouse-brained fools!"
She pushes into camp, her body feels heavier than usual. She is soaked in blood, the blood of her sister, the blood of the deceased queen that was still laying next to the Thunderpath. She feels hollow, the tiny newborn kit dangling in her maw. It is wet from the birth, coated in blood and the chill of the snow. Broad shoulders stand proudly, her usual scowl returns. She can't let the kits and apprentices see her weak, she can't let them see. A few glances meet her stained pelt, a mix of concern and curiosity. The kit in her jaws wails pitifully, she lowers them from her maw to her fluffy tail --- still streaked with blood.
"Seafoambelly is dead." She announces, solemnly, looking at the eyes of those gathered around her. "There was a queen crossing the thunderpath and her bleeding heart had to save her." She meowed, a hint of coldness that her sister had died for a molly that was bound for death anyway. She softened considerably when the kitten let out a pitiful noise once again, no, Seafoambelly had died so this little one could live. She looks at her clanmates, her gruffness returning with a harsh scowl.
"Don't just stand there! Seafoambelly and the queen are on the side of the Thunderpath! They deserve a real burial!" She shouts, hissing. She looks down at the kit again, paw gently touching the light fur instinctively. "I will raise the queen's child, she is mine." Her tone remains harsh, but she knows her own personal redemption for her actions rest upon this tiny kit. She raises to her feet again, picking up the kit and mumbling around the small body.
"I will bury my sister, alone." She mutters, moving towards the nursery to add the kit to a nursing queen's brood so they can warm themselves and get the milk they need. She cannot carry her sister's body back to camp, at least not alone. She has been retired too long, her paws aching from the effort of today already --- begging for a mercy that she knew would not come until her sister had a proper burial.
And then there was the kit, she glances towards the queen she had placed her with. Pitiful tiny paws kneeding into the belly of a mother that wasn't her own, Urchin felt disgusted that she could not offer her own milk --- but she knew that she could offer the child something she would not have otherwise: a mother. She knelt beside the queen, softness as she looked towards the tiny kitten that her sister had risked her life for. Her crimson blood staining the snow a grim reminder of how this kit came into the world, she sighed. The crimson leaves of that flower in the pocosin seemed like a reminder, an omen. Oleander had gifted her one once, it's scent unlike anything she had experienced.
"Little Saffron," She meowed, gently nudging the kit closer to the queen before returning to the clearing to see if any warriors had made an effort to move. Her expression shifted again, red-hot hostility brimming.
"Don't just stand there!" She shouts, "Move! To the Thunderpath you mouse-brained fools!"
OOC // Urchinspine is returning to camp soaked in blood with a kit @SaffronkitTC, she is asking for help barking orders to retrieve bodies. @brindlefeather as they volunteered on discord, but no need to wait!
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CAREGIVER OF THUNDERCLAN
she / her, afab (female)
86 moons old, ages on the 19th.
greywingxmorningmist, littermate toseafoambelly,wavepaw
mentored byruineyes, previously mentored lilacbranch, stagwhisper
mated tooleanderwish
mother to daturablossom,tulipmask, moonflowerheart,dandelionpaw, primrosemask, lupinehowl, comfreywhisker, saffronkit
SPEECH // THOUGHTS // INTERACTIONpenned by asteiri!
