Fireflies. Such beautiful and captivating insects. The large gray molly though she did not express it all that much had always been interested in insects... bugs... those sorts of things. Mantises, ladybugs, june bugs, walking sticks... She had even named one of her litters partially after the things. Mantis, Spider and Firefly. Firefly... that kid had been so fitting to his time. He had always been so bright... so warm, so welcoming, so innocent... He could've done such great things in the worlds but the stars, the gods, the goddesses, whatever laid and controlled the earth they walked on took him from her. Actually, they seemed to like taking kits away from her recently. Whatever laid waiting for her in the stars one day... she couldn't help but hate a bit. How was it ever fair to take the life of a child? Of such pure cats? How was it fair? It wasn't.
She supposed that was why the fireflies floating within camp were so beautiful to her... yet so sad. A constant reminder of her son Fireflywatcher, and that he was no longer here.
But he was somewhere. And she'd see him again. That is what she told herself. That is how she coped with the cost of all her kits. Fireflywatcher, Wheatbell, Astral, Wish, and Dream.
She wondered if maybe Mom was looking at for them... Maybe even Orchardbreeze...? Someone had to be.
Night comes and greets the clans once more. Stars begin to grow visible and they light up the sky alongside the moon once more. Fireflies are out and about helping them out. It truly was a beautiful night... even if the insect did make her sad at times. She tried to turn this into a positive though. So ambling out from the nursery she finds a secluded spot within camp and sits down. Bright emerald eyes look to gaze up into the night sky and a small smile forms on her face. She wondered, did the stars represent cats who were now gone? Surely if they truly did there'd be more of them? But she couldn't help but the admit that the thought of her five children all having a star of there own comforted her. It made her happy.
Though as she begins to become memorized by the stars almost as if it was envious that her awe had been placed onto the things she can see every night in the sky, a small firefly lands on the tip of her nose. With a small blink the gray molly lets out a giggle gentle enough for it to not go flying away. "Hey little guy." She purrs to it, yeah she was talking to a firefly... so what? Maybe it could understand her? Who knew? "Is my noes really a comfortable place to sit...? Over a piece of grass?" She murmurs quietly to the insect, before it begins to glow. "Does glowing mean yes? Blink twice or something if yes, stay lit if no."
Okay well, she wasn't that insane and wasn't expecting one... but hey it would've been cool if it did respond back! It probably would've been a really big coincidence though.
But really she was just trying to be silly and entertain herself.