Private Backwritten Territory SC the first time that I felt connected to anything / picking flowers for papa with stoat

[Saffronpaw Saffronpaw]

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Papa still wasn't awake. But Stoat kept reassuring Saffron that he would be alright, though Saffron could sometimes see the flicker of doubt in her eyes as she tried to comfort the younger molly. Saffronkit knew that all she could do was hold out hope that papa would get better, as hard as it was to hold that faith close to her. Stoatstream had been coming to see her in the nursery often, sometimes she looked exhausted like she had not slept through the night, but she always made sure to spend time with the young molly. Today was no different, no news about papa, but Stoatstream had come to visit her.

Saffronkit had been too afraid to wander from camp after that rogue attack, scared that that same cat would come out of the darkness to attack her again. She stuck to the nursery, or around camp. She sighed, looking at her older sister. She knew she needed to trust her, but the fear papa might not wake up clung to her like a bee that wouldn't stop stinging. Blue eyes looked at Stoatstream, the small molly was almost an apprentice --- next moonhigh. "Stoat... do you think papa would like some nice flowers? Before the snow covers them all?" She murmured. Maybe if they brought papa some flowers, he would smell them and wake up sooner!

OOC // @Stoatstream

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SAFFRONKIT

KIT OF SHADOWCLAN
she / they / it, afab (demi-girl)
05 moons old, ages on the 26th.
npc x npc, littermate to pricklekit, skykit, hollykit, branchkit, iconoclast
raised by timberfrost, adopted siblings to stoatstream, fleafire, monsterpaw
mentored by no one yet, mentor to no one

SPEECH // OTHER'S SPEECH
THOUGHTS // INTERACTION

 

[Stoatstream Stoatstream]

SOMETHING SACRED

HIDES IN EVERY DROP OF DEW

As every day before it since that awful, awful day, Stoatstream ventured into the nursery and held her little sister close. Fussing about the small wounds that were healing well, but did not heal the wounds in their hearts. The fear from the rogue, the terror of their father not yet awake. She was gently fussing about Saffronkit, cleaning her fur diligently as the little calico looked to her with a question.

A small smile melted across her maw as she pressed her nose to the kitten's cheek. "Father would love flowers to wake up to, of course, we may go looking for flowers together. I promised you we would, after all." When she wasn't in the nursery or hunting, Stoatstream was double- no, triple-checking the territory and borders. No scent of that rogue, no sign he stuck around for now. She was casing the territory over and over, just so when Saffronkit asked to go looking for flowers, she had the peace of mind that they wouldn't be attacked.

The ivory molly stood to her paws and padded ahead slightly. "It is rather cold, so do tell me if it gets too much for you, Saffy. But we may look for flowers as long as you like otherwise." Stoatstream purred. She wasn't going to restrict the kit's curiosity, but if she was to explore as everyone deemed fit for a kitten do in such awful weather, she would at least accompany her.

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Though snow would not fall within the pocosin, the chill was still bitter. It did not cut through her silken pelt yet, but Saffronkit's fur was shorter, and they would be more susceptible to the chill. But for as brazen a kitten as they were, Stoat knew well if they could not stand the cold, the warrior could bring them home safe to the nursery. But for now, they were both there for Stoat to keep her promise. She breathed the cool air of the marsh and peered down to the kit. "You lead the way, Saffy, I shall be right behind you." She guided, gently.

Of course, she would keep her eye out, too, but this was something the kitten needed. It was their way to help, to bring their father a gift once he returned to consciousness. The small bit of control they had in all of this, and Stoatstream wasn't going to coddle them through it.

YOU'RE MORE THAN STAINED GLASS ​

OOC -

YOU'RE THE LIGHT THAT COMES THROUGH ​

STOATSTREAM She/Her, Shadowclan Thief, 14 moons old.
A slender white cat with lilac markings and dark blue eyes.
Mentored by Sablestar // mentoring none
Sibling to Fleafire, Monsterpaw & Saffronkit
Timberfrost x Oleander (Gen 3) / mated to none
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK, PAWSPEAK
[/COLOR] penned by Pheo ↛ phoenixwashere on discord, feel free to dm for plots.