Warning: This SRP contains depictions of death (specifically drowning), grief, strong sensory situations, mental distress, hallucinations, mental illness, chronic conditions, and amnesia Please take care of yourself before enjoying this SRP. A summary will be provided in the comments for those who need it. [...] The shores were so pretty at this time... Night and day... The moon was watching her sway back and forth. The sun and moon were chasing each other too. Running too fast and somehow never catching up to each other... What time was it now? Oh, the noise was too much too clear... Too hard to tell anything... The hum of her paws... The flick of her songs... The thundering of tails... Oh, they all sang too loud. The shores joined in the noise, but she couldn't leave it. No, she couldn't leave it now, for a young kitten bounded along at her side, whining and chirping when it was forced too far from the water. Didn't it know fae didn't belong here? Of course it did, but it dragged faem to stay and never leave. She couldn't... leave..? M-mama! Mama! Why m-m-must you-you cry, M-mama! ~ The kit would whine to flora. ~ Is-isn't the ocean enough for-for-for you? Are-are-aren't... /I-I/ enough f-f-for you, Ma-mama? Oh-oh... p-p-please, Mama! Ro merely stared at the kit, tilting roses feathered head. ´´L-lost... L-l-lo...L-lost... Th-them..?`` Ro would reply finally, roses ocean gaze drifting past the water's edge. The seemed to sigh in defeat, butting its head into the warriors' legs. ...Mama... ... A muffled chirp echoed along the water's edge, humming and calling and... wanting... It wanted... her... But why..? Who? The warrior lifted her head, pausing to scan the horizon. It was clear... Clear as anything had ever been for a long time. A... kit..? A kit splashing and struggling at the surface, bobbing in and out of view. She didn't hesitate to jump. ...
Everything seemed to blur around the edges of their vision as a ringing filled their ears. A damp chill clung to faer patchy pelt. She couldn't see anything. Everything was a mess. Everything was blurred. Flor couldn't breath. Ro couldn't... breath... ... The warrior gasped and gasped for air. Oh, the sweet air filling her hollow soul had never been enough. It would never be enough... Fae coughed and coughed up whatever fae could, sand and water and whatever else fae had scrapped together before. Everything was too bright... Too bright... Ro blinked and blinked until the brightness was colours too. Colours flashing and sparkling were all that she could see as she coughed again and again. Again and again... And... Again... Again... Again... ... The gentle brush of paws tickled her scarred pelt, cold but gentle. Soft... "M-ma... M-...MA..ma... Mama... Mama!" The rustling became harsher against faer chest, its pawing and nuzzling changing from gentle to desperate. The warrior's eyes flicker open, gasping and clawing for air. She couldn't breathe like this. Oh, flames, breathe like this... Breath, oh breath! Please... ... A fuzzy mismatched gaze blinked in faer vision, whimpering and whining to the warrior. *...m-m-mama... s-s-sa-safe...* The hushed voice cried. *...s-s...s-st-stay... ma-mama...* Her body felt heavy and burning, but she still managed to press her head gently against the kit. The warrior nodded in response, a weak movement followed by harsh wheezing. *...m-ma...ma-mama...* ´´D-d-dr-drea...m-m...ing...go-o-ood, d-d...d-dear-r... S-s-soon...`` The warrior muttered weakly in a raspy and broken voice. ´´S-s-s...S-saf-fe... d-dr-r-ream-m...`` Faer eyes fluttered in and out of focus, hardly staying open as the wait of the kit drifted away. ´´D-d...d-r-ream...s...g-g-g-good...`` A hum escaped the warrior, soft and gentle... Its last song... before... dreams... Oh... sweet... dreams...
