pafp A haunted house with a picket fence ❧ Warning

[Florabreeze]

She had intended to go home tonight, back to her Twolegs nest and crawl up on the couch, maybe even pester her sibling about how his day was. Yet here she was, finding her way back through the pine under the cover of a setting sun. Dusk was close to turning into night, she intended to make this a quick visit, returning to SkyClan right after she made sure Jellypaw made it back to her own home safely. She hadn't really considered what she would do on the walk back from her, her potential own safety was far from her mind in this current moment.

The conversation she had with that strange maine coon rolled and turned in her head, she had begun to dissect it as she travelled. The way he spoke was with familiarity yet his description of Doeblaze was slightly off. She had presumed that maybe he knew her before she joined SkyClan? Or at least before she faced the hardships of a warrior, maybe it was just the gossip in her but the way he spoke implied some kind of intimacy too. That could just be one sided though, she had a hard time believing anyone would stick around with someone like that for too long.

She muttered pleasantries to the cats overlooking the entrance to camp tonight, brushing by to try and find that lilac tabby that the stranger had described eerily well. Thankfully, it doesn’t seem like Doeblaze is one to go to sleep early. She spots her lingering near the Warriors Den yet isn’t quite there just yet. Which is perfectly fine for Florabreeze, if anything she prefers that fact, saves potentially waking up a whole den of maybe cranky warriors.

“Doeblaze, hey, sorry to stop you before bed but it’s kinda urgent” she didn’t particularly relish in the fear mongering that came with her being so cryptic but she didn’t want to open it with ‘hey some creep is looking for you by the way i told him your name’, it just didn’t sound like the best opener. She scrunches her face as she genuinely tries to think of a better way to phrase this but it was truly looking likely that this was the only way to go about it. “Some tom stopped us on the way through Twolegplace, he was asking about you” she discloses that pretty quickly, trying to see if any emotion would slip from her steely stature.

Taking a breath to slow herself down from speaking too rapidly she continues. “He seemed to know you pretty well? At least what you looked like, called you… a pretty little thing? What a creep” she grimaces at the thought of it. “Right uh description, I didn’t catch his name but he was a maine coon? Black? I didn’t really catch anything else about him, sorry ‘bout that” after a beat she continues.

“I mentioned your name, Doeblaze anyways. Thought if he went around asking about you using that name it would flag everyone to be more alert” maybe it was a bit foolish to give her name to him in hindsight. She believed that it was a better option than to try and lie and get out of the situation, plus she really did believe it would provide forewarning. “I figured I’d give you a warning that someone out there is asking about you. Do you know that guy?” She couldn’t help but pry, unable to help but be nosy in that moment.

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• FLORABREEZE 𖧧 She/her, Daylight Warrior of SkyClan, 35 moons (ages on the 12th)
  ❥ A large black tabby maine coon with low white and bright green eyes, always wearing her mushroom print collar if she can.
  ❥ Mentored by Sorrelsong ／Mentoring Jellypaw
  ❥ “Speech”, thoughts, attacking
  ❥ Penned by Juice ⏐ouijeejuice on discord {open to being dmed for plots}
  

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[DOEBLAZE]

She can't say she's thought about Duke in a long, long time. His ceremonial burial in an empty grave of her mind feels so long ago, the grass long regrown over bald soil through time and effort and saltwater, that she hardly thinks of him at all. For a while, she had been as happy as she knew how to be; then for a while more, as sad as she knew how—or as empty, rather. Regardless, the strength of her feelings had pushed him out to the dangerous mental mires of apathy, where his memory subsequently went to sink and moulder, forgotten.

So when Florabreeze pads up to her with something urgent, he's the furthest thing from her mind. She thinks immediately of practical, Clan - based matters, not her own distant past—one of her apprentices absent from their nest, or a serious injury on the walk home—why else would the daylight warrior still be here, when dusk has nearly submerged the sun beneath the horizon, where it goes to drown? " Oh, Florabreeze, good evening, " she mrrows pleasantly enough, though a small crease of worry instantly forms between her brows. " What is it? "

Some tom. Twolegplace. Asking about you. The words plunge like droplets through her consciousness, as a shower precedes the storm, facts beginning to coalesce. Her head tilts slightly, as if confused, when the next scraps of information come forth from Florabreeze's white - stained maw. Seemed to know you pretty well. Maine Coon. Black. The rain patters steadily into a downpour, lightning splitting open the landscape of her mental sky, sweeping in roiling clouds as black as smoke.

Him.

" I— " The syllable falls from her lips and hangs unfinished in the air. No. No—no—no— She swallows, hard, the motion bobbing thickly in her throat. Somehow, she fixes her face in a plasticky state of permanent neutrality, the ghost of a grimace hiding behind her pale muzzle. This can't be happening. Why? Why now, after all these moons, would he have come back? Worse, why is he asking after her? Looking for her, it would seem? It had been him who left her. Left her for dead.

" I might know him, " she says in a pale voice, feeling slightly faint. A moment's concentration, fighting against a shadow of herself, and her jaw tightens, the world swimming back into an assuring reality—pine needles and the bustle of camp, not floral - papered walls and brick stoops. What to do? she asks herself, grasping desperately at the comforting solidity of practicality, of action, of decision. What can she do, right now, to best handle the situation? To contain it?

" Thank you for telling me, " she replies, feeling slightly away from herself, and dips her head deeply to Florabreeze. It is true, but it is also placating—acknowledgement without reaction, she hopes, although she has felt the shifting tides of panic beneath her glassy calm. What can she do? she keeps asking. She cannot ask Orangestar to look out for her ex - mate, or any Clanmate for that matter, and embroil them in the long - buried complexity of her domestic life. She will not seek him out, for that is clearly what he wants—for her to chase him, as she used to. She remembers the dull gleam in copper eyes every time she came back, belly low as a dog's. A glint of that small, petty power; of a subjugation unearned, one without honor. " I'm glad you did. "

Despite her efforts to contain herself, she half - slides down into a rough sitting position, still feeling as if she looks in on herself from far away. Florabreeze's concerned green gaze is as distant as the stars peeking out above. Doeblaze, finally registers with her. She is not Bobbie, not anymore; he does not know a Doeblaze, he knows a Bobbie—he does not know a she - cat with one eye and a white neck, freckles blooming across her cheeks, all scars and scruffy fur. But he knows enough. Enough to find her if he wanted to, she's sure, now.

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[LIONPAW]

Lionpaw cannot help the manner in which his pointed ears angle toward Florabreeze's voice as she addresses Doeblaze. The black tabby maintains a certain seriousness that catches his attention; he can pick up on the fact that something is off, and if it involves his mother, then he is sure to listen in.

The chocolate torbie point's lips immediately curl into a frown as Florabreeze informs Doeblaze of the encounter, a sickening feeling beginning to churn in the depths of his stomach. He did not like the fact that some unknown figure had made such comments toward his mother. "Should we be worried?" The tom inquires. From what Florabreeze had detailed, the strange tom sounded rather off-putting ( especially considering those words he used to describe Doeblaze ) but the apprentice wasn't sure what to think of him just yet. Someone from her past? An enemy she had made at some point in time? Who was this man who knew her so well and what did he want with her?

The tip of their tail twitching warily, faux brows knitting together, they proceeded to quickly offer toward the lilac tabby, "I could start goin' with you out of camp, Ma. Me 'n Crowsight. That'd be safer, right?" Lionpaw knew that Doeblaze was capable of fighting her own battles, but he didn't want to risk anything happening to her. Three cats were stronger than one.

𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 ✹ . + 　 　˚ 　　　　 · 　 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐈 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐃

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  an apprentice of skyclan, lionpaw is eight moons and is mentored by crowsight. he is the son of doeblaze and blazestar. an amalgamation of his parents, lionpaw exhibits splashes of ginger and chocolate tabby patterns against a thick, longhaired cream pelt.　✦

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[SILVERSMOKE]

He'd never intended to be an eavesdropper by nature, but a natural quietness to the spotted tom had made his position as one near-inevitable. In the past it had caused conflict, in the present, he deemed it to be important. Curious eyes couldn't help but dart towards Florabreeze and then back to nothingness like little minnows, each double-take accentuated by an ever-hardening frown. 'Pretty little thing?' He thought of trying to call anyone that, and his stomach punched itself in repulsion. Doeblaze confirmed that she knew the other, a black Maine Coon, and despite his tenure as a rogue, the only similarly-described creature he knew was Slate. But, had the injured tom somehow shuffled out of camp with damaged hips and a creepy new swagger, then the Daylight Warrior would've clocked it immediately.

His ears twitched as he moved closer, hanging on the precipice of conversation. "If he's going to pose a threat, I can track him down," the tom offered. Even if Doeblaze might want to do it herself, he didn't entirely trust the conversation would be civil. Memories of the damage Harrierstripe had done were wrought upon her face at all phases of the moon, if a small cat had done that and worse, he dreaded to think what may happen when she encountered a larger one. Spars seldom prepared one for fighting against a rogue, as SkyClan's previous experiences with them proved all too well. His claws unsheathed and flexed within the earth as a silent promise of what may happen if he encountered the cat. Nothing about his friend's description painted the stranger in a good light, the last thing he wanted was a danger sniffing about SkyClan preying upon one its warriors. "Make him think twice about bothering you."

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[Fireflyglow]

Fireflyglow listens closely as Florabreeze returns, alerting Doeblaze of a stranger mentioning her. His step-mother's voice changes tone, others coming in to offer to find the tom which spoke of her. His pelt itches with unease, his own protectiveness over Doeblaze making him tense. His little brother, dear Lionpaw, offers to go with his mother next time to keep her safe. Silversmoke even offers to track the strange tom down.

"..Who is it?" He asks Doeblaze softly, not wanting to push the boundaries that were inevitably there. Doeblaze probably knew that tom in the past, was he a former lover of hers? If that was the case, was he a threat to her and the rest of his Clan? He was no warrior, only knew he'd have to wait to treat whoever if they get hurt- but still.. Something.. Something made him feel uncomfortable.

"It isn't wise to track him down. If he knows she's here, he'll come back again to double check."​

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[WOLFGRIN]

He doesn't mean to eavesdrop, but it isn't hard to overhear conversations in camp. Florabreeze's words reach him where he relaxes outside of the warrior's den, and his ears angle backwards as the words leave him unsettled. The idea of some rogue sniffing around their borders, asking after one of his Clanmates, calling her a "pretty little thing" - that doesn't sit well with him. Wolfgrin turns his head just in time to see Doeblaze shrinking in on herself, and his heart drops to see the admirable molly looking so... small.

...He thinks he'd shrink the same way if Micah ever came asking after him. The circumstances of Doeblaze's past with this stranger aren't known to him - even cats who know her better than him don't know what's going on, it seems - but if the mere knowledge that he's come to find her makes her act like that, he imagines it can't be too different. The tortie clenches his jaw, trying to find the words to reach out to her, though he doesn't know her well.

"Doeblaze," he says finally, trying to catch her gaze. He rises and takes a few steps towards the little group that's gathered around her. "You're not alone." Lionpaw and Silversmoke stand ready to defend her, and Wolfgrin does as well, on principle rather than any closeness to the molly. He inclines his head to them, then to her. "If there's anything any of us can do to ease your burden, don't hesitate to name it." It's a hope for himself just as much as it's an attempt to comfort her.
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