(🜲) she and bracken had raised their kits with strict kindness. there had been no room for foolishness within the colony, nor is there now in the clans, but the most important lesson she and her mate had imparted upon the trio was their love for them. with bracken gone and her kits grown, hazelheart does her best to keep up, but lately she has fallen behind. it has been a while since she'd talked to her daughters one on one, she realizes with a pang, and so as the sun moves gently to kiss the horizon, she collects a plump squirrel from the kill pile and locates magnoliapeak. approaching her daughter, a purr will rumble from the mother's throat, and she will brush gently against her. she sets the prey down, licking her lips. "share with me, sweetling?" it's an old nickname, one that speaks fondly of times passed. looking at the patched woman now, she can see clearly her kittish form snuggled up at bracken's stomach, hazel's tail curled around her and her sisters. it makes the woman's eyes misty, and she swallows as she settles, blinking the memory away. "it's been a minute," the gruff storm guard notes, beckoning magnoliapeak to join her. as her daughter settles, hazelheart smiles, warmth spreading through her.
she finds intimacy, familial or otherwise, rather frightening, but something in her fears she's passed this fear onto magnolia in particular. the girl has always been strong willed and strict, uncomfortable with deep conversations. hazelheart sees so much of herself within the younger woman's actions and presentation. swallowing a bite of squirrel, the storm guard pushes the prey toward her companion, tail twitching. "i'm so proud of you, dearest," her pride is hard to catch, expecting the best of every cat she speaks to, but maggie has exceeded expectations. "you have become a fine warrior, my daughter. a storm guard too! your father would be so pleased." golden eyes find her daughter's amber, soft, warm. "you... you and your sisters are the best of us."
she finds intimacy, familial or otherwise, rather frightening, but something in her fears she's passed this fear onto magnolia in particular. the girl has always been strong willed and strict, uncomfortable with deep conversations. hazelheart sees so much of herself within the younger woman's actions and presentation. swallowing a bite of squirrel, the storm guard pushes the prey toward her companion, tail twitching. "i'm so proud of you, dearest," her pride is hard to catch, expecting the best of every cat she speaks to, but maggie has exceeded expectations. "you have become a fine warrior, my daughter. a storm guard too! your father would be so pleased." golden eyes find her daughter's amber, soft, warm. "you... you and your sisters are the best of us."
- // sorry for the rough starter @Magnoliapeak " #8f4a00"
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HAZELHEART 🜲 tags / toyhouse
🜲 trans molly (she / her) / bisexual, widow of BRACKEN
🜲 65 moons old, ages realistically
🜲 storm guard of thunderclan
🜲 mother to MAGNOLIAPEAK, HONEYSUCKLECRY, HYACINTHRAIN
🜲 mentoring NONE / mentored GRIZZLYPURR
🜲 penned by LAVS / message lavendes on discord for plots!
a stocky, medium-haired brown tabby with hazel eyes. this is a large cat with a rippling musculature. hazel's frame is wide and tall, shoulders broad, muzzle and eyes heavy in her skull. chestnut and chocolate fur swirl across her pelt, sliced through with tabby stripes of shadow. her eyes invoke images of a sweet summer's day, honey and brown mingling into a soft amber gold