Post by Sigh on Oct 17, 2020 1:08:36 GMT
Wind Moon Day 16 (Oct 16, 2020)
The sound of a leaf crunching shredded the gentle silence of the thicket to tatters as Violet landed on her target—her target being the leaf, rather than any living creature. It had been a long time since Violet had engaged in a kit-like indulgence such as leaf-hunting, but a particularly crunchy-looking brown leaf had caught her attention, and she hadn't been able to resist herself. She spent so much time caring for her own kits that she was left little time to act like one herself. That was probably for the best, considering her fifty moons, but occasionally Violet missed her younger years; the days spent hunting dry leaves in her housefolks' garden remained idyllic in her memory. Although now that I think about it, she considered, That's probably where I first figured out my hunting stance. How clear some things seem in retrospect.
Content with her catch and momentary indulgence, Violet continued on her way. Ironically, the whole reason she was away from her kits now was to meet with the eldest kit of them all—though really Flare was too old to be called a kit anymore. All of them were probably too old at this point, but that didn't change a thing for Violet. They would always be her kits, even when she was old and rickety and they were taking care of her instead of the other way around.
The fact remained, however, that Flare was old enough now to be independent from Violet. She somehow managed to be both upset by and proud of this fact; upset because it meant seeing less of her eldest; proud because it meant Flare had grown into a fine young tom.
Still, a queen is wont to miss her kit.
But all her worries and insecurities washed away as she carried on and Flare's scent began to register itself in her senses. He was nearby, just as he said he would be...ah! There, with that distinctive orange pelt that he had inherited from his mother. She padded forward and paused momentarily to watch him and was satisfied to find that her pride overpowered her wistfulness. With a nod to herself she took another step forward. "Flare!" she called.
ooc: Riley hello my son!
Content with her catch and momentary indulgence, Violet continued on her way. Ironically, the whole reason she was away from her kits now was to meet with the eldest kit of them all—though really Flare was too old to be called a kit anymore. All of them were probably too old at this point, but that didn't change a thing for Violet. They would always be her kits, even when she was old and rickety and they were taking care of her instead of the other way around.
The fact remained, however, that Flare was old enough now to be independent from Violet. She somehow managed to be both upset by and proud of this fact; upset because it meant seeing less of her eldest; proud because it meant Flare had grown into a fine young tom.
Still, a queen is wont to miss her kit.
But all her worries and insecurities washed away as she carried on and Flare's scent began to register itself in her senses. He was nearby, just as he said he would be...ah! There, with that distinctive orange pelt that he had inherited from his mother. She padded forward and paused momentarily to watch him and was satisfied to find that her pride overpowered her wistfulness. With a nod to herself she took another step forward. "Flare!" she called.
ooc: Riley hello my son!
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