TW: Sensitive Content no mother should have to bury their child / starlit

[Hawkstar]

LEADER OF SKYCLAN

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Motherhood weighs heavy on Hawkstar's mind now. Between herself and her mate, they had produced four strong warriors, four warriors that they had raised and trained to be as fierce and as quick as their mothers before them. They would never have been caught with their bellies sliced, not with the training from their mentors, from Hawkeye, from White-eye.

But then again … Rosebelly had been trained by Hawkstar, so what did that say about her?

Hawkstar doesn't even call for Starlitpath now. She seeks her out, imagining her for a moment as the sole kit at her belly being shielded by a commanding glare to her siblings: don't play with her too rough, your sister is much smaller than you still.

She needs to hold her, to lick behind her ears, to know that she will be safe. If Hawkstar's training could not keep Rosebelly alive, then what did that mean for her child?

@starlitpath

pointed torbie

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67 moons

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[starlitpath starlitpath]

(˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗) rosebelly's murder has left a hollowness within her mother. starlitpath can see it with how the torbie point carries herself, shoulders tight, eye bloodshot. her former apprentice falling so easily... it makes the icy goddess uneasy, scared for the fate of those she has trained. this is clear as day to the daughter. with her actions at last night's gathering of the clans, it is needless to say hawkstar is haunted today. as her mother seeks her out, the girl makes herself known, aqua eyes wide and watching as hawkstar approaches. "mama," it's a word not often used. mother, momstar, even, but never mama. that word is reserved for times like this. starlitpath folds herself into hawkstar's embrace, breathing in the sky queen's scent as if it is air itself. "lay with me."

curling against hawkstar, starlitpath begins to softly groom his mother's cheek, nibbling out the tiny knots that the leader has not the time to tend to. the scarred woman still tastes of coppery crimson from rosebelly's own blood, and her child gently washes it out, humming gently to himself. "how are you doing?" he asks softly, meeting her matching gaze. they never talk like this, all soft and sweet. their interactions are hardened by moons of warrior's training, by his mother's leadership and his own growth into a cat skyclan is dependable upon. the current atmosphere warrants this gentle tone, though. starlitpath can see his mother's heart within her, can tell how close it is to beating out of rhythm. you did the right thing, he wants to whisper. your clan supports you. i support you.

LIKE CONSTELLATIONS ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ IMPLODING IN THE NIGHT

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• STARLITPATH ★ HE / SHE / THEY, SKYCLAN WARRIOR. 27 MOONS, PENNED BY LAVS
  
  
  a shorthaired dilute calico point with low white and aqua eyes. short, thick fur decorates her frame, cream hued, swooping into a cowlick on her head. their face, paws, and tail are dappled with fawn and slate gray, broken through by speckles of white. a star shaped white splotch on their forehead offers them their namesake. eyes like ocean water, a deep aqua blue, pierce out of almond shaped sockets.

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[Hawkstar]

LEADER OF SKYCLAN

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Hawkstar curls around her daughter immediately, protectively holding her kit to her chest, just as she did when Starlitpath was fresh from the womb - still small and delicate and all too fragile for the world just beyond Hawkeye's paws. Hawkstar hooks a paw around her now, leaning into the groom, leaning into her kit's sweet cuddles and baby-soft licks.

"You haven't eaten today," Hawkstar avoids her daughter's questions like the plague, ducking around to tongue to instead lick at the base of her ear, handily giving herself something else to do other than admit that Rosebelly's death.... Juniperstar's death ... had shaken her down to the bone. "And you promised your brother a hunt after the Gathering. He was looking for you."

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