Camp RiverClan new mischief on the horizon // children

[Wavesong]

Happiness surged through her entire form as Wave bounded across the camp, her pale blue eyes sweeping the clearing. She was looking, no, no, no, no! Hunting for her children. There! Rosepaw, bright and sharp-eyed! And there-Rushingpaw, with that steady stride! And... Yes, yes! Crescentpaw, never far behind. A loud, rumbling purr broke from her chest as she skidded to a halt, nudging each of them with a mother's forceful affection. " Come, come with me, ye wee sweet ones! " she meowed, her accent thick with excitement. " Yer ma's so proud of ye, all o' ye! Ye scoundrels, growin' up strong and fierce! I tell ye, yer gonna make yer ma and pa prouder even still, no doubt! "

She led them just beyond the camp, to a gentle slope with a clear view of the sky, wide and open, just like this moment. Wave stopped, gave a slow nod. Yes. This was the spot. Drawing a deep breath, she turned back to them, eyes glittering, whiskers trembling with emotion. She rasped her tongue lovingly over each of their heads, then stepped back, gaze full of fire and love. " I've got fine news for ye, now listen close, don't hold yer breath too tight, mind ye. " she said, voice softening to a warm rasp. " Yer apprentices now, and not just any apprentices. Yer doing well, all of ye. Yer mentors'll be bursting with pride soon enough. "

She gave them a moment to glow in that praise, then, with a grin, tapped her paw lightly against her belly. " An'... well. Ye won't just be siblings to each other much longer. " Her grin widened into a beam. " Aye, that's right! There's wee ones on the way, new paws to chase, stories to tell, and plenty more trouble to stir up. "

Her gaze searched their faces, heart aching with love, wondering-

Would they be happy?

___________________ We sail the seas of life and believe, ☆ The tides will lead us home ___________________

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• WAVE she/her, RiverClanner, thirty-three moons.
  ☆ a black and white lh cat with light blue eyes
  ☆ mentored by who / mentoring no one
  ☆ whichever relations / want listed
  ☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ penned by lion ↛ lionheartedphoenix on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[Crescentpaw]

Crescentpaw is never one to deny any of his mothers request, if she said jump he would always ask how high. Followed by if Rushingpaw would be jumping with him, not that it's ever requested of her. No, the albino child has only known love from both parents, shown in different ways of course. Wavesong's love is a crashing wave, a rushing tide, wholly consuming and hard to ignore. It's what beckons her to his mothers call alongside his other siblings. He's quiet in his following, tender hearted and of few words when not in the throes of theatrics. The apprentice finds his whiskers twitch in concern as he listens to how Wavesong speaks. Excited yes, that much was undeniable yet as they crest into that clear sky view he can't help but catastrophize a little about the worst. Not daring to say it but overthinking all the same, she spoke of pride and here she was worrying. Was something wrong? No, she wouldn't be so chipper would she?

"Ma" he speaks up, there is a rasp to it growing like Adderfangs but the general airiness of how Crescentpaw speaks still manages to make the town her own. "We're not that big, we still have growing to do" not in the sense of height, he's gathered last moon that he wasn't getting any taller. His head cranes as he looks at the skyline, searching for anything of note. Be it an interesting cloud or maybe even a rainbow if they could be so lucky, there was nothing of the sort and he manages to suppress his disappointment over that fact.

He's silent once more though, wanting to respect her mother and listen when Wavesong continues. Face scrunching in confusion as she taps her stomach while speaking. "What do you...oh-" cutting herself off as he stares at her stomach. Blinking in surprise and twitching his whiskers once more, oh. "We're gonna be big siblings?" He whispers and then stands a little taller, looking over shoulder to shoulder so he can stare at her siblings. "Do you know how many? Do you have names? Can I name them? Oh- wait wait" he cuts himself off mid gasp. "Should you be standing? Are you okay ma? Do you need to sit down?"