[Tribe RP/Event] The Mothers Club Adoption Day!

[Jun D]

Her ears drew back from the outburst of affection; she pressed back into the withered shell of the tree. That was not what she had expected, she did not think she could bear it, the gentle tone, the words, "sweet girl" – it had been a long time now, and the wound in her heart from the memory of such words was one that could never heal. Perhaps if she did not speak again – and the last thing she wanted to do was to speak again – the doe would leave. She waited, still as a stone, as the darkness so very slowly fell around them...but, no. The steady rise and fall and rise of the solid chest, the persistent susurration of fur against fur...the doe had not budged, did not sound as if she would. What had she asked again?

Why not?

"Be...cause," she finally said, with the slightest stutter of unsurety catching at the edges of her drifting voice, "they...can't.

"No one...can."  

[Maxx D]

Foxy had a nice big smile on her face for a while, but as the night came on, it petered down into a neat little curve - her business smile. She was used to silence with this girl at least, and so she endured it till her soft, inexplicable words filtered out of her mouth.

In retrospect, she realised she should not have expected the pale doe to make any more sense speaking than she did silent. Her ears swivelled a little as she awaited the conclusion of each sentence, and she did her little understanding nod for a few moments after she determined that was all she was going to say.

She then took a moment to contemplate the pale doe, so tightly squished into the hollow of the tree that she looked quite like a curled up snow bunny. And she wondered if she would be as skittish - of course she would be - but had to take the chance. She was too curious.

"Why not?" Foxy queried again. "Is it them who cannot see you, my dear, or is it you who cannot see them?" Oh motherfather, she cringed inside. She knew she was going to accidentally say that someday. "Why not? You can tell me now, it'll be all right..."  

[Jun D]

"Both..." she whispered, uneasily, oblivious to the gaffe. The doe's goodwill resounded in her soothing voice, a cajoling coo like a mother hen's. It was too much...too much, and yet so tempting. It had been many years.

"They can't..." she repeated, tucked limbs shifting restlessly. The doe would not leave, it was obvious by now – it felt as if the very air shifted around her, the velvet murmur, the hard-back soft-fur, that incessant slip-swish swish-slip that telegraphed her presence.

"No one can," she repeated, with more certainty. This struck something in her, and, jerkily, like a thin branch in a storm, she unfolded from the hollow. For a moment, she leaned towards that presence, the firm softness, the pleasant waft of petals...

...Then like a shot, she was gone, a pale streak melting into the darkness.  

[Maxx D]

The Totoma let out a low sigh-groan-growl that rumbled through her throat and fur, then shook both her head and the remnants of bushes out of her tail. "Fine," she stated to herself, and trotted off, now presentable, to the Mothers Club.

And as she trotted in, from the corner of her eye, she saw an appealingly coloured pile of Totoma-fluff sobbing on the floor, and found, to her surprise, that her best match for him was...