"Did you see much of it, little thorn?"
Serpentberry is not the most emotional mother. She cares over her children with ease, loves them with strength, and finds pride and strength in each of their capabilities. But empathy? It's not that she draws a line, but rather that she struggles with it entirely. More specifically, seeing death for the first time. One would think that she'd be able to relate, given the death-streak her family had in her youth. Unfortunately for her little ones, she can't exactly recall those days. Anything before the colony, and most definitely before the Clans, is nearly a blur. It's heartbreaking, almost; she can remember the names of her deceased siblings, but not quite their faces. She doesn't like to think about it.
"I'm here if you want to talk, Thistlepaw. It can be hard..." The medicine cat curls her tail around their torso, ignoring just how much they've grown.
Serpentberry is not the most emotional mother. She cares over her children with ease, loves them with strength, and finds pride and strength in each of their capabilities. But empathy? It's not that she draws a line, but rather that she struggles with it entirely. More specifically, seeing death for the first time. One would think that she'd be able to relate, given the death-streak her family had in her youth. Unfortunately for her little ones, she can't exactly recall those days. Anything before the colony, and most definitely before the Clans, is nearly a blur. It's heartbreaking, almost; she can remember the names of her deceased siblings, but not quite their faces. She doesn't like to think about it.
"I'm here if you want to talk, Thistlepaw. It can be hard..." The medicine cat curls her tail around their torso, ignoring just how much they've grown.