pafp A SOUL THATS BORN IN COLD RAIN ☀ a nudge

[ROEFLAME .]

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Roeflame's had an assortment of nightmares throughout her life, the variety changing with each new chapter. Losing Burnstorm had been amongst those the moment he had become important to her, when she could call herself his mate.
It was one of her worst before the arrival of their kittens, the nightmare you dread even giving a thought about. Flamewhisker is living within her own nightmare, but there is no waking up from it.
Despite the fact that it was mid-day, Roeflame has already retreated to the nursery, her kits tucked under another's supervision while they played with their cousins. Sinking into worn verdant plush, the queen feels frozen, the memories of her former mentor on an agonizing replay.
There is a rustle from nearby, and instinctively Roeflame finally turns in the sounds direction.
A darker reflection of her own gaze snaps towards her, its Flamewhisker, wrapped protectively around her newborn kits. Silently, Roeflame turns her gaze to the unnamed kits that stir at the crook of her friends belly.
"They're beautiful." Roeflame murmurs solemnly, similar to how she did when they had been born.
Flamewhisker's refusal to name her kits right away had been understandable, but as the sun had set on the day of Flycatcher's demise and risen once more, to see them still lacking names threw an inexplicable wrench in Roeflames heart. There is no judgment for her grieving denmate, only the effort to cope. Navigate with the haunting reality. "They are going to leave their mark on this world, I can feel it. Achieve so much." The words spill from her maw with hesitance, forcing a dimmed gaze to focus on Flamewhiskers, "but they can't be as amazing as we know they can without..." Roeflame trails off for a moment, a hitch of emotion caught in her throat.
"…equally amazing names, Flamewhisker." reaching a forepaw out, Roeflame would aim to lightly rest it atop of the others.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── SHE BLOWS OUTTA NOWHERE ⋅✴⋅ ROMAN CANDLE OF THE WILD ──┐‎

• PAFP — @Flamewhisker
  

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  ROEFLAME ✩ she/her, Lead Warrior of Thunderclan, twenty-two moons.
  ⭃ petite cinnamon silver ticked tabby with murky green eyes & a small scar over her left eye.
  ⭃ mate to Burnstorm ☀ mentor to Foxpaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ☀ underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[Flamestar]

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ A dark shadow had fixed itself above the red tabby's head. The time since Flycatcher's vigil had blurred together. Not once in her entire time in Thunderclan had she ever imaged not having him by her side. Even before they were mates, they were best friends....inseparable. The broken molly hadn't really left the nursery since her mate's body was taken out to be buried. She couldn't...the absence of him was too much to bare. The only reason her pelt was clean was from her clanmate's generous tongues, she didn't have the will anymore. She had ran out of tears the day before, only for them to be replaced by an overwhelming feeling of emptiness...nothingness.

When Roeflame padded into the den, Flamewhisker didn't verbally acknowledge her. She glanced in the other queen's direction, then she continued to stare at the den's wall, her gaze glazed over with grief. The deputy lay completely still, the only clue that she was still alive was the slow raise and fall of her chest.

They're beautiful.

The soft words of her denmate ring through her ears, but she doesn't respond. An eye pulled away from the wall, and turned towards the nursing bundles at her belly. They were beautiful, but she couldn't look at them for very long. Especially the two she-kits that were a blend of her and Flycatcher. Every time she looked at them, all she could see was her mate's battle torn, stiff...cold body. Her gaze whipped away, tears outlining the edges of her eyes.

Roeflame softly presses that it is time to name them. She knew they would eventually have to be named, but when she thought of naming them without Flycatcher, her throat swelled up and it grew hard to breathe. They had discussed names before, but she wasn't supposed to name them all. She wasn't supposed to do this herself...their kits weren't supposed to grow up without their father. A few moments passed by, and she finally lifted her head. "I...I can't." Her voice was weak, raspy...As she turned to gaze at Roeflame, she was nearly unrecognizable. The weight of her mate's death was pushing so far down on her that it was crushing her. The spark in her gaze was extinguished, and she seemed ready to give up.

It would be so much easier to have the other queen's name her kits, or Howlingstar. Their leader named cats all the time, she could name her kits too. The idea almost fell from her tongue, and it would have if she wasn't so tired. But, as easy as it sounded, she knew Flycatcher wouldn't want that. He would want her to name them, and she would uphold his wishes. Dull green eyes focus on the first kit, the ebony and flame speckled she-kit. "Scorchedkit." Her pelt resembled the fire that tore through the forest many moons ago. The specks of orange reminded her of embers, and of Flycatcher's wish for a Firekit.

Next, she would turn to look at the she-kit with the solid red tail. Now that she was clean an settled in, her tail was noticeably thicker than her sibling's. It reminded her of her own thick tail, and of her favorite prey's tail. "Squirrelkit." Perhaps someday, she would inherit her father's love of trees and live up to her name.

The last she-kit was next. She, like her sister, was a beautiful combination of her parents. Her heart ached as she gazed down at her, and a tear fell from her eye. She looked so much like her father, it was almost too much. Bugkit... She wanted desperately to say, but another name came to her mind, and she knew it was perfect. "Mothkit." The name of Flycatcher's sister. Their daughter would carry a piece of him with her.

Their second son was the last one to be named. He bore a pelt much like her own, with unique speckles of white. Flamewhisker looked up to Roeflame for a few moments, before looking back down at him. She wanted nothing more than for her kits to grow up to be strong, brave, honorable warriors someday. "Sunkit." A perfect name. Her best friend had died protecting the nursery from the wolves. He had been a hero, a protector. She wished her best friend could be here now, and she hoped that he and Flycatcher would approve of her son's name. But for now, she would have to wait to hear his opinion.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── I WOKE UP IN TEARS ⋅✩⋅ WITHOUT YOU BY MY SIDE ──┐‎

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• FLAMEWHISKER ✩ she/her, deputy of thunderclan, 31 moons, ages on the 20th
  ⭃ LH red tabby with low white (masks black tabby, carries dilute, solid)
  ⭃ formerly mated to flycatcher / / mother to: falconheart, stormfeather, sparrowkit, sunkit, mothkit, scorchedkit, and squirrelkit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ will start a fight, will finish fights, will kill (case depending)
  ⭃ link to toyhouse
  ⭃ penned by Icey ! ↛ @icefang65 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[sparrowpaw.]

Sparrowkit had been feeling quite blue lately, ever since Flycatcher's death. He didn't know the tom well, outside that he was Flamewhisker's mate, so by extension, a foster parent to him. At least, he should have been. Sparrowkit regrets not meeting him sooner, but most of his sadness stems from Flamewhisker herself.

She reminds him of himself when he first came to ThunderClan, withdrawn and lonesome and gloomy. It was all he could do to stick by her side, help look after her young kits, and do as he was told without question. The past few days had been unusually quiet for him as he did so.

When Roeflame approached, Sparrowkit greeted her with a wary smile. He agreed - the kits were beautiful, and super cute. Names hadn't crossed his mind yet.. he had been born nameless, and was left like that until Roeflame herself picked his name. Until now, he had just been calling them.. 'the babies'. It would be nice to call them something distinct.

He listens in silence as Flamewhisker gathers the courage to name her kits, responding only with encouraging nods of agreement. Scorchedkit, Squirrelkit, Sunkit, and Mothkit. "I like them, mama," he finally spoke up in a hushed voice. 'Mama' was a term he'd finally started using for her in the recent days, in hopes that it would bring the same comfort to her as it brought to him. The memories of his own mother had long since faded away, replaced by the bright hues of his new mother and his little siblings.
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♡ — OUT OF CHARACTER ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ CHARACTER INFORMATION — ♡

• speech is #E9C874​
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• SPARROWKIT
  ━━ KIT of THUNDERCLAN
  ━━ 4 MOONS ,, ages every 26th
  ━━ NPC xx NPC ; adopted by FLAMEWHISKER
  ━━ ADOPTED SIBLING to SCORCHEDKIT, MOTHKIT, SUNKIT, SQUIRRELKIT
  ━━ MATE to none | PARENT to none
  ━━ MENTOR to none | MENTORED by none
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[beetlepaw]

Beetlekit had been outside- left upon another's watchful eyes, tussling with Dovekit and Littlekit, paws full of imagination and worldly thought that his siblings were sharing in a game of pretend. Green eyes turned, noticing that Roeflame was gone. Ears twitched briefly, nose pressing to the ground where his mother had been sitting and tracking it back inside with a sniffle every few inches. Green eyes grew round as he stared into the nursery, smelling heavy of milk. He blinked once, twice, before creeping inside.

Surely, he was supposed to have remained outside, locked in a tussle with Dovekit for who was the leader of the clan, but his mother suddenly disappearing had given a strange feeling to his head. Paws gently set down in moss as he approached his mother, pressing his flank against her leg and stopping there. For once, Beetlekit was wonderfully silent as the two queens spoke. He didn't know a lot about Flamewhisker besides the obvious- the deputy, who was having her own litter of kits. The deputy who had lost... who had lot what Papa was to Mama. Vision nervously lifted towards Roeflame, then back down towards Flamewhisker.

Names were gifted to the tiny worm bodies that pressed tight against Flamewhisker. Sparrowkit is quick to reassure, lovingly so. Beetlekit could only nod his head, a strange prickly feeling in his eyes. The kit shifted his vision up towards his mother, ears lowering gently.

—————---***I DON'T START FIGHTS BUT***————---​

✧ I'LL HANDLE YOU JUST FINE

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• — LH black smoke with green eyes. scruffy looking with a very solid build.
  — 2 moons old; ages the 16th every month
  — tba orient. ; currently not looking
  — child of BURNSTORM and ROEFLAME
  — thunderclan ; loyal to FAMILY
  — medium to befriend ; trusts family mostly, trusts little otherwise
  — "speech", thoughts, attacking
  — peaceful powerplay allowed