mother is God (c)

Things felt a little better now, after her talk with Larkspring. Not the same, not at all. Everything still felt different and wrong by all accounts. One thing in particular. But she could not fix it. Not yet. And even then, there was no guarantee that it ever would be fixed. She swallowed thickly, eyes fixed on the mouth of the den she stood before. The little balls of fresh moss at her paws. Perhaps, she could fix her relationships with this place. The nursery.

She had seen Weepingwillow come and go from the medicine den time and time again; she was good to Littlesplash, and he was good to her. She kept her head down any time the queen came in, just to allow the two to speak without reservation. She knew she herself would probably feel awkward if there was another onlooker to any ailments she was talking about. And Weepingwillow had kits now. She had seen them every so often. They were adorable.

With a soft 'mrrrp', twisting between audible and inaudible for fear she might wake the kits up if they were having a nap, she poked her head into the den. She blinked, letting her pale eyes adjust to the dim light of the den, and fixed her gaze on the queen, nestled with her young and she couldn't help but smile. "Evening," She meowed softly. "I hope I'm not intruding. I brought some fresh moss, and I don't know if anyone had been by today..."

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