Recent content by PINKSHINE

She perks, hopeful... And a little impatient, maybe. "Could you do it?" She feels a little sheepish asking, even if it's kind of Cottonsprig's job... It'd be pretty embarrassing if she was wrong though, wouldn't it? "Um... I trust you more. I trust you." She blinks, kind. In a different future...

She would be giving Tigersting the biggest, hugest frown of her life right now if she didn't need to be all smiley and stuff. She's asking if they can get the birds, not if she can literally eat a bird. You can literally eat anything if you're determined enough... "I'm not stupid!" she snaps...

She could make a fun guessing game of wondering who would come to visit her nursery. Cheerful apprentices sometimes... Not-so-cheerful apprentices other times, only really there because their mentor told them to be... but she did her best to cheer them up if that ever happened! Her visitor for...

As the days pass by, Pinkshine's become less and less willing to walk around a ton. Her nest in the nursery had slowly turned from someplace weird to someplace safe, an easy spot for her to sink into when she didn't know what else to do with her paws. As of a few days ago, she doesn't mind not...

She had all day to imagine how Featherspine would react. She considered the possibility of a mumbled I know... and being left to huff as Featherspine revealed Pinkshine's secret keeping had been in vain... She was smart enough to make that more than possible... Or maybe it'd be Pinkshine's lack...

The scrap off moss sits pitifully nearby. Clearly it's bad attitude is what made it miss so horribly... No, she wouldn't feel bad for it no matter how sad it looks! Unlike it, though, Featherspine looking sad would make her feel bad... but the tabby wasn't quite there yet. Pinkshine would just...

The nursery these days wasn't as glamorous a spot as she remembered it being as a kit... It was actually kind of stuffy, and all the bedding was poking her in exactly the wrong places. If WindClan had such a good Leaf-bare according to everyone, why was bedding still spiky and dry and terrible...

Her retort comes out in a hmph, one that pouts her lip and wrinkles her nose. She abandons her lovestruck lean in favor of a good-natured shove for a moment, feigning annoyance with a (gentle) swat of her tail. Pinkshine meets her gaze with one she hopes is smug and mysterious, complete with a...

Pinkshine couldn't simply beeline straight from Cottonsprig's den. It'd be too straightforward, too obvious, and if Pinkshine wanted obvious, she would've dragged Featherspine along with her, keeping their tails twined all the way from their nest to the medicine cat's den. It wouldn't just be...

The scent of blood sends them all into action. Pinkshine finds herself on the heals of Russetpaw and Brackenscar, the two following that of Tinytail. Bursting into the clearing, Pinkshine gasps at the sight of Cottonsprig grappling with a stranger, the tom's face twisted into a scowl oozing...

Pinkshine trails after Buckfire, watching her own paws and belly more than she was anything in front of her. It's pretty lucky that she doesn't trip over anything... Or- no! The universe knew better than to trip her. Tripping a pregnant she-cat was like, totally bad karma, for like four whole...

Pinkshine has never needed Featherspine to smile with her. She doesn't think she ever would've seen his smile if she did. Her own grin's an invitation, encouragement, comfort... That's what Brightshine's had been, at least, and someone would have to keep it up for her while she's gone. Someone...

Pinkshine giggles, her eyes bright "Yeah?" Anticipation makes her tail twitch. She only hopes she could be one of those lucky few... The calico follows the brush of Cottonsprig's tail, pink nose twitching at the scents of herb that steadily grow stronger. Her eyes would probably wander normally...

"Hi, RiverClan!" Pinkshine bounds forward, waving her tail enthusiastically enough that the rest of her patrol wouldn't even have to do it themselves! Though they still should, cause that's the polite thing to do! What greets them isn't a whole patrol, but just two RiverClanners... A mentor and...

Pinkshine wasn't trying to do anything special, really. Her smile was sleepy, and her voice wasn't cheery enough, and she kinda wanted to go back to sleep, actually... but poor Halfkit who looked about to totally die of shame is suddenly all happy again! Did she do that? It's enough for her to...