☁︎ all our tears turned to dust
Lilacbird was conscious enough to push forward, to save her mother- but her lungs hurt with each breath, sore from the weight of the water. Her side was pained and scraped, and her leg was bloodsoaked- but it wasn't that bad. She would remind herself, it wasn't that bad, because they were alive. She wasn't sure if Littlebrook woke yet, and time ticked by slowly as exhaustion swept over the young molly as she rest her chin on her paws.
Small ears were folded back, breath shaky but solid. She waited patiently for Jinglemoon, and tried to stay positive. Her mother would be fine, everything would work out. It had to. It had to, she repeated with shaky anxious breaths. But when Jinglemoon finally approached her- her head lifted to fast, feeling dizzy as she blinked and focused her gaze on the medicine cat. "P-please, is my m-mom okay...?" She asked, lips quivering as she stuttered out her words, gaze casting to where her mother still hadn't woken. At least not that she noticed...
She didn't want bad news....
She finally broke her fear, she finally did something right, did something good. This starclan... They wouldn't take her mother from her too right? Her gaze did not fully meet Jinglemoons, it never met anyone's, but she watched his features intently, hopeful.
@Jinglemoon
☁︎ OOC: n/a