A WORLD THATS GONE AND LOST IT ❆ FRIGHTPAW

[Periwinklebreeze.]

ATOMS AND LOW SELF-ESTEEM,
IS THAT ALL THAT I'M GONNA BE ? ​

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periwinklebreeze ❀ 29 moons ❀ demi-boy ❀ windclan lead warrior ​

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Frightpaw is, admittedly, his favored nibling - his darling neice would be the apple of his eye, if only she could curb her... apathy. He doesn't love her any less of course - stars, he all but melts into a puddle whenever she calls his name, like the rabbit-heart he is. But still, he finds himself trying to curb her outbursts, her strange reactions, her unsettling lack of - well, care.

Sometimes, he wonders if it's his fault - he is far from the shining example of emotional stability that he should be, a snapping thing prone to depressive episodes and angry outbursts. And yet... he cares. He's always cared, so much more then many of his clanmates. A coward, soft-hearted, too kind - he knows what has been whispered behind his back, thrown back in his face. And while he has learnt and grown and changed - become a monster of his own making - he can't help but think that perhaps he is being unfair in wishing her to change. A hypocrite once more.

And so he stifles the urge, tries to simply nudge her - quiet scolding when she seems unbothered by Deathpaws... death. Shes just... grieving in her own way. The way Peri shuts down, and stops eating for days, until he is sick and faints. Perhaps she simply wants to pretend it didn't happen - he can understand that. And so when a flash of color catches his eyes, he thinks of her, and wonders if she would like it. If it might perhaps soften whatever she is going through - might dull her angles and sharp edges, her fangs and teeth.

" Frightpaw! " voice raises just enough to catch her attention, weaving his way over with a warm smile. He is tired as ever, exhaustion shining in mismatched eyes, and yet he still makes time for his family - each and every one of them. " I h-have s-something - for you, " he says, holding out his paw ever so carefully. Theres only one wing (all he could salvage from where he found it in thawing snowdrifts) but the wing is unmistakable, vibrant black nad yellow pattern as bright as any bee or wasp.

" I th-thought it was.. f-fitting, " A creature named for death, for all its bright and sunny cheer and delicately fluttering wings.

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W H A T -D O E S - M Y -L I F E -E V E N -M E A N ?

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// @Frightpaw

 

[Frightpaw]

*+:｡.｡ After Nighingalecry's death the meaning of family had become diluted to the girl. It was a struggle, looking at all these cats she shared a clan with and knowing none of them would ever come close to being as important to her as her mother had been. Then Rattleheart died...then Deathpaw was killed...and everyone's faces just blurred further and further in her peripherals.

Everyone's...except -
"Periperiperi! " Frightpaw chirped, moonglow eyes shinning with all the light of midnight as her uncle approaches. Periwinklebreeze, a shinning beacon of love and light she can count on when so few live up to the challenge. Despite his habit of getting sick near constantly, she knows her uncle will always find a way to pull through, and she counts on this now when she notices the bags under his eye and the slow gait to his walk. "You should probably be resting " she meows, a softness in her voice so rarely exhibited when in the presence of anyone else. Still, she's unperturbed by his clinging illness and aims to nuzzle her nose into his cheek. She beams at the reminder that she's bigger now, very nearly outgrowing the older man. She raises her chin, proud of the fact.

Then, he speaks, telling her that he has a gift for her. Immediately the girl is all toothy smiles and glittering eyes, "For me? " she purrs, touched and eagerly greedy for the reveal. He opens his paw, revealing...a wing. Despite the frost that surrounds them making the creatures presence in the moorland a rare sight, she knows this particular vibrancy anywhere. "A butterfly wing? " she breathes, awed. She reaches forth, taking the wing carefully from her uncle. It was strange, holding something so fragile in her grip without the unrelenting urge to rip it to shreds. Instead, a surge of protectiveness nearly throws her for a loop! But...it's not an unwelcome feeling.
She's big now - she can protect people now.
She looks up, and feels that emotion spark more brilliantly when she gazes at her uncle. "I- " she stutters, for once in her life, fumbling -
I love it and thank you scurry to escape her tongue first, jamming against her pearly fangs until she's left clumsily spitting out-

"I love you! " And though it's not what she meant to say, she means it all the same. Her uncle, the man she knows cares about her more than anyone - the man she cares for more than anyone...the only parent who stayed.

Pressing her head into the crook of his neck, the girl with so few emotions to spare repeats, "I love you so much, Periperiperi " giggling as she uses that childish nickname, ever happy to use it.

"Thank you " for everything!

*+:｡.｡ Updated 12/28/24

• " Speech "
  
  
  GENERAL:
  ☾ Frightpaw
  ☾ DFAB— She/Her — Unsure
  ☾ 12 moons
  ☾ Windclan moor-runner apprentice
  ☾ Sister to Deathpaw, Witherpaw, Grasspaw, Whitepaw and Midnightpaw
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ☾Physically hard | mentally hard
  ☾ Attack in bold #1b1e21
  injuries: None

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