RC my sweet little lilac bird // lilacbird

[Littlebrook Littlebrook]

There's so much more
You can reclaim your crown
You're in control
Rid of the monsters inside your head

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The soft crunch of leaves beneath their paws filled the silence between mother and daughter, not uncomfortable, just thoughtful. The sun was low, painting the world in a golden hue that shimmered over the water's surface like scattered stars. Littlebrook walked at an even pace beside Lilacbird, her plume-like tail brushing occasionally against her daughter's flank, a small comfort, a silent I'm here. She had always loved the water, its rhythm and voice a kind of heartbeat to her. But for Lilacbird, that same song carried fear... Deep, old, and sharp as cold stone. Littlebrook's heart ached every time she saw her daughter's paws stiffen at the river's edge.

" You know... " she began softly, her voice as warm as the sunlight filtering through the reeds. " I was thinking... Perhaps we could make a little spot for you, somewhere just beyond camp. Somewhere close enough that I can still see you from the entrance, but far enough that you don't have to feel the water breathing so close. " she uttered softly, her heart aching at the thought of her daughter living the way she did. She glanced sideways at her daughter, eyes soft and knowing. " We could line it with moss, maybe even tuck some lavender in there. You've always liked that scent. " A small smile curved her mouth, fleeting but fond.

The breeze stirred her fur, carrying the faint, familiar scent of the river. Her gaze flicked to it, the water that wrapped around their camp like a guardian and a threat all at once. The season was shifting; she could feel it in her bones, in the weight of the air. Soon, the river would rise. And when it did... Her voice softened further, touched by worry she couldn't quite hide. " I know it frightens you, love. The water. I won't ever push you before you're ready. But I don't want you out there alone either. Not when the nights grow colder... I wish to have you in the den with me, curled close... " She paused, eyes tracing the fading light. " Maybe we can find a way together, something that feels safe, both for you and for me. "

Littlebrook brushed her muzzle briefly against her daughter's shoulder, a quiet, grounding gesture. " You're my little bird... " she murmured, a gentle smile returning. " And even if you never take to the water again... I'll make sure your wings stay dry. "

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[lilacbird]

Her mothers presence always did plenty to help her anxiety. Her stumbles and stutter was far less with Littlebrook- she wasn't scared of messing up, or wording things wrongly. Her mom always proved time and time again that no anger ever could drown out how much she endeared her daughter. Lilacbird felt safe with Littlebrook that no one could ever replace. Anywhere could be home as long as Littlebrook was there- it was something she had decided a long time ago when coming here scared her so bad she couldn't find words. But after losing rain .... Nothing was the same.

"I.. do love lavender. The softness of its scent reminds me of you, mama." She said softly. She wasn't sure, but she was right. At this point they could make something for Lilac to sleep in. Something that could keep her warmer and safer. Maybe... But that was too much. She was about to speak again when she continued.

A shudder pulled at her fur as her mother spoke, but it was the dreaded cold she spoke of. Short ears pressed against her skull as she tucked her head a bit. Then the smile and nudge relaxed her and she pressed her head into her mothers, a soft rumble of a purr escaping her. "It would um.. it would be great to be able to curl up with you every night without worrying you. I'm.. really trying mama. I got a little further today," she tried to assure as they continued. If two steps deeper even counted before a fish brushed against her paw sending her racing back and unfortunately scaring it away. But she couldn't help it. Rain had died from being stuck- and the idea of something wrapping around her paw was terrifying. As they approached the river, she noted something and a small breath caught in her throat.

"The tide seems high again," she said softly, her maw tugging in a frown. "Are you going to jump with me or swim?" Lilacbird asked, her ears flattening back a bit again. It wasn't the leap she was worried about, she was getting further with her jumps, and only once had she landed in the water. They laughed that shed jumped so high thunderclan could see her from their camp. But her muscles were building with it, so there was one advantage of having to do this every day.
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[Littlebrook Littlebrook]

There's so much more
You can reclaim your crown
You're in control
Rid of the monsters inside your head

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Littlebrook's whiskers twitched as she padded beside Lilacbird, her tail flicking lightly with amusement. Her daughter had grown so much since the days at the shipyard, each small stride forward a reminder of resilience and quiet strength. Still, the shadow of fear lingered, and Littlebrook thought she knew that it wasn't the water itself her daughter feared, but the helplessness of that moment. The memory of Rain, of the way he had saved her only to be trapped himself... It was a wound that refused to fade. The thought of being trapped underneath the water with no hope of reaching the surface.

" See. " she whispered, leaning down to nuzzle Lilacbird softly, her purr warm against her daughter's fur. " I can find some lavender... I'll scavenge high and low for you, my Lilacbird. " She let out a small, soft laugh as her daughter remarked that the scent reminded her of Littlebrook herself. " Really? And here I thought my sleek fur was prominent for the scent of fish. " she teased lightly, eyes glinting with mirth before drifting toward the river.

A pang of worry still tugged at her heart. Her daughter sleeping outside camp, the changing tide, the thought of predators... Littlebrook swallowed the tension in her chest and pressed a gentle nuzzle against Lilacbird. " I know you are, sweetling... I know you are. I am so very proud of you for taking steps forward. " Her voice softened, though a shadow of concern lingered, especially as Lilacbird pointed out the higher water.

" So it seems... " she murmured, tilting her head thoughtfully. Then, a faint smile curved her lips. " You know what. I think I will try that jump. I don't feel like washing my fur dry today. " She stretched luxuriously, the sunlight glinting off her longer fur. " My old bones could do with some training too! " Her turquoise eyes sparkled as she padded closer to the river's edge, ready to show her daughter that fear could be faced, step by cautious step.

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