DOVESTRIKE || FEMALE || 32 MOONS || MATES SCORCHEDFACE || KITS: flamekit, emberkit, blazekit || RIVER CLAN
The queen had prepared herself for a fight, she had unsheathed her claws but prior to both of her daughters spoke up. She was ever grateful and a little surprised by the power and authority held in their voice. Something Dovestrike herself once possessed and something she knew Scorchedface still held. Dovestrike smiled gratefully at her daughters as she took a step back while curling her tail around flame kit in a protective way.
However it was more of what her daughter had said that caught her off guard. Blazekit's labeled this strange tom as one of her father's goons. Goons were a term labeled for those acting a lackeys, the Pawns working for their higher ups agenda. But just what was Scorchedface up to? Why would he need these rogues? Dovestrike, like many times before, invested all her optimism and faith into her beloved, even if blindingly so.
Once in her life she had a whole orchestra of joys. But now there was nothing but two chords left of her instruments of happiness and those were her children and her mate. And she would be damned if she let any one or any conspiracy severe her prescious strings. She would simply break and cease.
She would do whatever she could to keep them safe and strumming along, she had suffered enough.
Pulling Blazekit's closer to her, Dovestrike sat down and raised an eyebrow, she was a mother on a mission and wouldn't let anyone stop her. She opened her maw to speak but before she could a too familiar voice beat her.
Dovestrike sucked her breath in and somehow lost it. Her heart lurched and her stomach flipped with the hoard of butterflies. Her knees felt weak and flimsy and she shifted a little to remind herself where she was. It was him it was her love.
Dovestrike closed her maw and leaned her head forward. She watched the pale tom dismiss the brute with the same force and authority as their daughters.
She watched the tom go, unable to meet his gaze for some odd reason. She felt like he might be mad she was here... In the moment the orange rogue padded off, it all felt like a silent eternity. They both said nothing. What was he waiting for?
She heard him speak and held onto every word, leaning in. Waiting for him to say something other than fragments.
Dovestrike turned her head just in time to see him come forward. She stood up and met his nuzzle, the impact causing her to put out her hind leg for support and to maintain balance. She dug her muzzle deep into his fur, inhaling the nostalgic scent of comfort and safety. The source of her hope. Dovestrike rubbed her head against him, his white and her silver mixing in a way she had missed dearly. She removed herself from his head o lick his cheek gently before returning to nuzzle him.
She wanted to hold him and grip him close so he would never leave her alone again. Alone to hang on to nothing but the sake of her children. Dovestrike flicked her ear and sighed with content. She pulled away slowly and looked down, a flurry of conflicting emotions raging inside of her.
"I-it has been so hard. I missed you everyday... The clan was horrible.. I just wanted you.. I knew...I knew that we would be happier together. The cats were terrible to me, throughout my pregnancy... And the day I was giving birth... I hate them for it. But they eased up on the children ... But I... I left. I took them an ran. The camp is flooded, everything is gone to shit. River clan is probably rebuilding.. But you know what's? They left and left my babies behind. Left us behind.." Dovestrike realized she was rambling and stopped talking. She didn't want to overwhelm him, nor did she want pity. Her voice was, unknown to her, older more wary.
She had caught on to this tone and quickly changed it, trying to add more joy to it. The las thing she wanted was to worry him.Still avoiding his gaze she turned her head and looked at her son, "this is ember kit.. Our only son. And this one, flame kit... She looks just like you Scorchedface. Just like you. And Blazekit's, just like her brother. Youshould see it. They are the perfect mix of both of us.." Dovestrike frowned, as she realized something.
"But I suppose you have all met.." She needed to get to the point. Exhaling Dovestrike lifted her head and turned to look at him, she was town off. What was wrong?
"Scorchedface..", she whispered as she took a step closer, "your eye...."
She had missed his single pool of blue. But it was... He was blind.
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