Their clan may have been falling to shambles and strangeness, but Dustytuft fully believed in the idea that doing small, caring things was the best way to put everything to rights. And there was one cat in which Dustytuft knew needed an added paw at that moment. Well, two in particular - but the one who needed her help the most was also the one who she had more of a connection with.
Of course, she knew she should be treading carefully. But she did her best; bringing a tiny peace offering of a grackle she had managed to catch that morning. She carried the plump bird by one delicate wind and padded towards the nest of the cat in question.
She still hesitated at the threshold, though, dropping the bird momentarily in order to speak.
"Hellooo? Cowlily? I brought lu-unch!" She did her best to keep her voice light an airy, as if she was still speaking to an apprentice than a full grown cat. But there was delicacy needed to take with this situation.
Ever since the kitting, Cowlily had fallen into a slump. She had abandoned the hard worked nest in the nursery, unable to stand the ghost scent of the kittens that remained and haunted her mind, and instead resided in a simple moss and bramble cluster. Milk scent strongly lingered, still not completely gone, and her white and black curls were left in an ungroomed mess. The she-cat laid on her side, legs tucked and her tail flickering up and down.
What did she do wrong? Was she not good enough to become a mother? Did she do something in Starclan's eyes that made her deserve this? Made Stoatstalk deserve this? Two kittens, pink and underdeveloped, ones that never would grow fur that she had to groom, or faces to smile and laugh with, or a heart to love with. Cowlily gave a heavy sigh as she untucked her front paws, and rested her head ontop of them.
The faint voice of somecat, oh, it was her mentor, Dustytuft. Caramel brown eyes looked to the side, meeting the other felines with almost an apologetic look, as if she was telling the other that she was sorry. Her eyes returned to her feet while taking a trail over the ground, before resting on her paws with a sad look.
Seeing her once happy-go-lucky apprentice like this took Dustytuft back a little bit. Of course, she knew that the she-cat wasn't a child anymore; she didn't need to be mothered or worried over, but at the same time Dustytuft was taken aback by how far she had let herself fall. Cowlily said nothing, barely looked up at her, and was a general mess - but she knew that what she saw on the outside was only a fraction of what was wrong with this picture. Of course, as a she-cat herself, she knew what it was; the smell of milk that clung to the air around her, with no kits in sight. That wrong-ness, and the cloying sadness that seemed to radiate from the younger cat. She had spent several moments trying to brace herself for this very thing and still found herself stopped short by it in the flesh.
"I brought you something to eat." She repeated herself, her voice a little more subdued in it's overly enthusiastic and happy tone from before. "I thought you could use it, seeing as I haven't exactly seen you around the Fresh Kill Pile lately. Stoat, sometimes...but not you."
She nudged the grackle closer to the inclined she-cat as if to tempt her, before settling down on her own haunches - showing that she didn't plan to leave anytime soon.
Carried Home is a Warriors roleplay forum. We feature four clans - all four of which have futures that heavily depend on what your characters do - as well as a 50 word count minimum on RP posts, and a functioning currency and shop.
While most of the action does center around our four clans, members are also permitted to make loners, rogues, and kittypets. You can also make both StarClan and Dark Forest characters.