{$title} prompt 43 & 21
Hyacinthrain thought eventually the pain would go away. It did, it slowly numbed day by day, but it was so so hard, and it never seemed to actually go away. They had spent many days curling their mismarched body of their parents into their mother's fur, pressing close, missing the days when they were young- but, it was the life of a warrior. They no longer blamed themself; their stupidity to get their mother caught up in their fight and defending them, rather than being beside their father. But it didn't mean it made the anxiety any easier. The days became a blur, but it became easier to handle.
The nervous smile had reappeared on their muzzle, and Hyacinthrain looked to the clouds not just to wonder about their father- but to also see the beauty in them again. To remind them why they continued to train, to continue to get stronger. Hyacinthrain had begun looking for the light- and no one ever said it was easy. Their tail tip twitched, and suddenly, the feline had felt a presence. Mismatched eyes blinked slowly, before moving to give a small smile towards the kit sneaking up on them. "Fawnkit," they purred softly, nervousness shown in another twitch of her tail tip. "Have you ever looked for shapes in the clouds? Come.. come here, little one..." They said softly, beckoning with her mottled paw to the empty space besides them.
"Look-" lifting their head back up, blue and orange eyes moving up to the clouds, the white toed paw used to beckon the kit moving up to point at the clouds. A specific one- "do you see it? It looks like a mouse."
Please wait for @Fawnkit
