Post by soot on Jan 30, 2023 22:48:24 GMT -6
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[attr="class","sbox"]The sky was not as bright as it used to be, the sun not as warm. Since that night, it was though the world had come undone and lay flat and unmoving at her paws. Time had split, cleaved directly into two distinct pieces. Then- when she had been in very young and very much in love, when the world had been shimmering and splendid- and Now. When she felt as though something incredibly rare and precious had been snatched, snuffed out from the world. Something grand and wonderful and lovely had been removed and now everything suffered for such a loss.
Very, very scant things made Daffodilshimmer’s heart move the way it had before. Thankfully though, one of those few things were her children. They were older now and though she had not said much, it was clear something had happened. A tangible shift in their mother’s demeanor, though for no true nor discernable reason. After her pregnancy, Daffodilshimmer had retained a slight chub to her, giving a soft rounding to her flanks and stomach, though that softness had waned in the moons of ‘now’. After the horror, she had fallen to despair and taken to eating scarcely. Many were chalking it up to her being unable to cope with her children moving into the apprentice den.
It was only through days like this, where one had come swiftly and roused her from the nursery- where she had chosen to stay after- had she groomed her pelt and found her way out into the redwood forest.
Bleary-eyed, Daffodilshimmer turned to the apprentice beside her. Daisypaw. Her shadow, as it were. Her sweet, loving and adoring daughter. The young cat had been relatively quiet, clearly just happy to be spending time with her mother, as they had walked along the treeline. Only when something caught the dull ambers of the queen did she speak through cracked lips and a dry maw.
“Oh, Daisypaw, look.”
She moved, fluttery and light, towards a patch of new, spring blooms. Pale, tender petals with bright and sprightly centers. The very thing her daughter had been named after. “Come,” She beckoned. “Come see them.”
Very, very scant things made Daffodilshimmer’s heart move the way it had before. Thankfully though, one of those few things were her children. They were older now and though she had not said much, it was clear something had happened. A tangible shift in their mother’s demeanor, though for no true nor discernable reason. After her pregnancy, Daffodilshimmer had retained a slight chub to her, giving a soft rounding to her flanks and stomach, though that softness had waned in the moons of ‘now’. After the horror, she had fallen to despair and taken to eating scarcely. Many were chalking it up to her being unable to cope with her children moving into the apprentice den.
It was only through days like this, where one had come swiftly and roused her from the nursery- where she had chosen to stay after- had she groomed her pelt and found her way out into the redwood forest.
Bleary-eyed, Daffodilshimmer turned to the apprentice beside her. Daisypaw. Her shadow, as it were. Her sweet, loving and adoring daughter. The young cat had been relatively quiet, clearly just happy to be spending time with her mother, as they had walked along the treeline. Only when something caught the dull ambers of the queen did she speak through cracked lips and a dry maw.
“Oh, Daisypaw, look.”
She moved, fluttery and light, towards a patch of new, spring blooms. Pale, tender petals with bright and sprightly centers. The very thing her daughter had been named after. “Come,” She beckoned. “Come see them.”
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