"What does competition mean?" You had asked that question a pawful of nights ago and since then it has sparked a new form of communication between yourself and Serpentberry. While she is still a false mother you had to admit that she is growing on you. Outside of your siblings she's one of the few cats who don't look at you funny when you wheeze or cough. Unlike your siblings she's one of two who seem to know how to actually help you. You spend a lot more time with her then you could care to admit, mainly because you're pretty sure neither of your littermates would be particularly thrilled about such a fact. This is one of your better days and this means your up on your paws toddling after her again, usually on these days you have a myriad of questions but today you simply watch her as she works.
You'd like to think you could name some of the herbs she's using but honestly you're left just guessing. Taking a step too far you bump your head against her hind leg, a sure way to gain her attention but you can feel the sparks of another throbbing headache begin to alight. "I want to know...." well many things but you could settle on just one or two, you were gracious like that. "What's that plant called?" You gesture to one of the bundles off to the side with no real direction in mind. Sniffing at the air harshly you feel your face pinch with concentration at whatever she chooses to say, though clearly it doesn't seem to land in your memory. Instead you're left staring up at her, for the first time in a way it feels like you can clearly see her too. How her face contorts when she's thinking, the similarities and differences between herself and your birth mother. Though maybe it might be desperation to find normalcy you find yourself liking and focusing on her differences more than her similarities.
"I want to help out more... I'm feeling better." You don't particularly hold any interest in the herbs, you don't think you'd be right for the job for ever handling them. However, you can count and you can use your paws so maybe you could count herbs or clean or something. There is a certain expectation that you're supposed to be earning your keep soon, you would like to anyways. Nothing might need to be transactional but you crave it, she has given you so much after all and what else can you do to repay her other than play the part of her daughter?
@serpentberry
You'd like to think you could name some of the herbs she's using but honestly you're left just guessing. Taking a step too far you bump your head against her hind leg, a sure way to gain her attention but you can feel the sparks of another throbbing headache begin to alight. "I want to know...." well many things but you could settle on just one or two, you were gracious like that. "What's that plant called?" You gesture to one of the bundles off to the side with no real direction in mind. Sniffing at the air harshly you feel your face pinch with concentration at whatever she chooses to say, though clearly it doesn't seem to land in your memory. Instead you're left staring up at her, for the first time in a way it feels like you can clearly see her too. How her face contorts when she's thinking, the similarities and differences between herself and your birth mother. Though maybe it might be desperation to find normalcy you find yourself liking and focusing on her differences more than her similarities.
"I want to help out more... I'm feeling better." You don't particularly hold any interest in the herbs, you don't think you'd be right for the job for ever handling them. However, you can count and you can use your paws so maybe you could count herbs or clean or something. There is a certain expectation that you're supposed to be earning your keep soon, you would like to anyways. Nothing might need to be transactional but you crave it, she has given you so much after all and what else can you do to repay her other than play the part of her daughter?
@serpentberry
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A BOUQUET OF BRAMBLES
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