dragon and her jewels | mother and children fluff

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    ♕ — Ever since joining bloodclan, the ebony queen had taken to occasionally leaving and taking care of things. However, she is still a mother first. And as such, today was a day, she was choosing her kits over her typical tasks. Straightening out her coat, she hummed and head towards the room for her and her kits. "My darlings," She cooed as she came into view, smiling warmly down at her children. "What would you like to do with mama today?" She inquired with a hum. It was normal for her to let her children choose. After all, how would they grow to be independent if she made every single decision for them? As much as she loved them, she did want them to be independent, and know how to make their own choices, should they leave or something happen to her.


    // BARKLEY. citrine!   |.silverpaw.|   Malcova

    "Speech" thoughts

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    “Mother, I want to find my own collar like everyone. We’re Bloodclan too... so why can’t I have one too?” Spinel grimaced, huffing as she sat with an annoyed look upon her face. Her two sisters and brother had a chance to speak up last time, so today she really wanted her answers. Well, honestly she liked the whole idea of ‘fake friends’ but that would defeat the point of her mother saying she should go make friends. Right? Maybe.


    “Mother, when can I be a tyro like Juno? I wanna do all those cool things and stuff.” The small black furred ball of fluff whined to her mother.TAGS// "I don’t wanna talk about nobody else" -- 🥀

    YOUNG AND DIPPED IN FOLLY

    ➾ the sound of her mother's voice was a rare occurance but a pleasant one nonetheless. citrine knew onyxia was busy providing for the clan ever since she had returned with her newly born kits, but that didn't placate the subtle longing the young kit felt in her heart. the auburn kit plodded over and snuggled herself right into her mother's fur. a soft purr escaped her muzzle as the sounds of her sister flooded her ears.


    "i don't really mind anything, mother. maybe we could visit someone?" the family had only been in camp for a while, and to be honest, the young kit was on edge towards many of them, even her supposed family. maybe visiting would alleviate her worries a little while? she honestly missed her old life but would never let it show. her mother looked so happy here, and citrine was going to keep her that way.

    - interacting with onyxia -

    "SPEECH" thoughts

    IN LOVE WITH THE MELANCHOLY

    There was no denying that Malcova was heavily attached to her mother. Though that was simply the way all of her siblings had been since before they had opened their eyes, she believes. There was a respect that the mother showed for her young that she had always held in high regards, the ability to do what she wanted with the knowledge that her mother would always be there to catch her if something were to happen. Pulling herself from her thoughts, the young kitten settled quietly beside Nellie as amber eyes lifted to meet a matching pair. If she was being honest, Mal wanted nothing more than to curl up and continue the nap she had previously been taking; not in a way of being rude, but more over the fact she couldn't seem to shake a perpetual exhaustion after the incident with Dualeyes. Head snapping in Nellie's direction, she kept quiet as she waited for her siblings to decide what it is that they wanted to do for the day—Cova was simply here for the ride.


    "I fink collarth are clunky, don't they get in the way?" She asked, her head tilting in a display of confusion reserved only for the family before her. Collars were something of an enigma for the kitten, something she did not think she would ever be completely comfortable with. The idea of having some so tight wrapped around your throat was... unpleasant, to say the least. In any other situation she would be quick to speak over the uselessness of these collars but she knew that it was important to her siblings ( Spinel in particular ) and despite her normal unpleasantness, Mal did not want to upset her sister. Letting a smile slip over hearing Nellie's comment over the boredom that seemed to be shared over the siblings, she couldn't help but nod along. Although she was partial to Citrine's idea, she wasn't quite sure who exactly they would visit. There were very few individuals here who meant anything to the kitten, even fewer extended family members she would want to spend any period of time with. "Maybe we could explore the territory? I'm not sure if it would be any fun, though, everything is dead."


    // Heck I'm lost in this timeline, Cove's jaw is still dislocated just to keep myself straight. Sorry if this is not great, I am very tired and my brain is not Englishing very well right now.


    "Mmm, just five more minutes..." Barkley would mutter sleepily, half of his body twisted as he stretched out across the floor. As much as he would love doing something stupid and breaking his neck in the process, he hadn't been sleeping well as of late. That was partly his own fault, staying up to bug his siblings or recklessly wander. But sometimes he had weird dreams that woke him up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat. Strange visions of white turning into red. He shuddered at the recalling of it, and decided not to let his eyes close as he shot up without prompt.


    It was good to see mother, anyways. She had been occupied with other things lately, and while he could not blame her, it was strange going to bed with her not here sometimes. His sisters kept him company, though, despite how annoying he could be. It always seemed the youngest was the problem child. And boy, was he full of them. "I wouldn't mind exploring. Maybe if we find a big rock or somethin' we could jump off of it." He suggested with a large, stupid grin. "I saw Az... Azhi... kid with the big ears tryin' to hunt a rat the other day. Can we do that?"

    Oh?

    Nellie perked up hearing her brother talk about a rat hunt. Well, it was a prospective rat hunt, but it was one nonetheless. Prodding her littermate, the dark molly grinned brightly. "So, if we hunt a rat, it makes us a tyro quicker?" Her gaze shifted to her mother with a hopeful look. Why not? If she could be a tryo, she could get a collar too! Perhaps at this moment in life, she really wanted to belong and feel one and the same with those of their new clan. After being on their own for a while and really just having her family. Well, she wanted to the much grander picture. A bit selfish maybe, but that's all she wanted.


    Her body wriggled in anticipation now, ready to jump on it if their mother decided it would be a good idea and get some energy out.

    TAGS// "I don’t wanna talk about nobody else" -- 🥀