ALL ABOARD! [☼] gossip, prompt

[ROEFLAME .]

ROEFLAME — I fell in love with the fire long ago.

Ever since the first snow, Roeflame had been trying to take more care with her workload, managing the balance between good work and exertion.
Compared to the tame seasons such as new-leaf and leaf-fall, Roeflame was more than aware of the careful line she walked each day, the fear of being suffocated by her own being while out in the territory, far away from help was constantly flickering in the back of her mind.
When the nightmare almost came to fruition this morning, the lead warrior was quick to turn on her heel with a hitch on her breath, leaving a seasoned warrior in charge of her patrol as she bee-lined for Berryhearts den.
In the past, her bouts of no-breath were easily to bat an eye to, but with her newfound authority… perhaps there was an insecurity to be found.
The only rebuttal being the hope that in the eyes of Howlingstar and Flycatcher, her reputation remained the same- and worse case scenario, the hope that Berryheart would vouch for her.
The sun has only risen by a whisker-length when she emerges from the medicine den, thankfully only needing to work through several sessions of deep breathing, choking down sour herbs had been successfully avoided this time.
While her focus had been on seeking out Flycatcher, that mission was quickly abandoned when the whisperings of a couple clanmates snag her ear sideways.
I heard she's been slacking off lately… you'd think she'd be more helpful with her new role and all.
Really? It's leafbare, too! Roeflame needs to step it up..
"Uhm- yeah, hi- excuse me." The fiery-tongued is quick to cut the conversation off, butting between the duo. "Mind telling me which little bird told you that? Or we can chat about why you two have been sitting in the same spot since sun-rise. Hm?" While her words are meant for both of them, blazing celadon hues would be directed towards the one who passed along the rumor.
"C'mon, you were feeling so chatty before!"

"speech"
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• Tagging gossip queen @MOUSENOSE (the rumor starter) but no need to wait! Feel free to be the one she is grilling >:)

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[freckleflame]

since the onslaught of leafbare's frigid snows, freckleflame had been busy. there wasn't enough sunlight in the day to fill their freshkill pile, and once the day set below the oaken canopies overhead, the cold would only intensify and send any remaining prey into their hidey holes for the night. she envies the mice and vole this season, nibbling at stashed acorns beneath withering leaves and root, scurrying back underground when their bellies are full. she bets it's warm under there.

the molly is gazing almost forlornly at the ground when she heard it — ears inclining towards an embarrassingly familiar, flouncy complaint. why her sister had chosen roeflame of all cats to pin so loudly a slack - off ; it sends her head into a whirl for all of two seconds. her friend, small as she was, was already over to the tortoiseshell molly, anger brimming in the faux pleasantness of her tone. freckleflame remains where she is, " get her ass, roe. " she calls because, she had avoided mousenose's mouth being her problem for nearly seventeen moons, and she wasn't about to start now.

she does, however, give her sister a squint, lips pursed — a sisterly well, why in starclans forest would you say that, as if watching her back sass sunfreckle. shoulda known better ; or whispered, at least.

𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝙼𝙴 𝚂𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙴 -`☀︎´- 𝘗𝘓𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘌 𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘠 𝘍𝘖𝘙 𝘈 𝘞𝘏𝘐𝘓𝘌 𝘕𝘖𝘞

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• 𖦹 . LESBIAN, SINGLE. SMELLS LIKE SUN - WARMED OAK. SIXTEEN MOONS. FRIEND & SISTER TO MANY. NAMED WARRIOR OF THUNDERCLAN ON 8 / 3 / 2023. PENNED BY ANTLERS .. !!!
  f. she / her, daughter of sunfreckle and rabbitnose. large cream - ribboned tortoiseshell with seaglass eyes. larger than life! shades of vibrant russet, dousing swathes of shadow and interwoven with ribbons pale cream come to drape like licks of flame over a thick, broad - shouldered figure.
  
  unspecified maine coon heritage born of sunfreckle's kittypet background shows itself in large, round paws and tufted, long - furred toes set upon thick, tabby - splotched limbs. a characteristic lack of personal space leads her to a slouching, touchy posture, often inclined to lean or bump against her peers, all while bearing a wide, bright - eyed grin. she seems to sing confidence from every laugh, every word.. that can't all be for show, can it?
  
  ——— ˙⋆ — prone to bouts of explosive emotion. all opinions are solely in - character and during these times, often untrue or said only in anger.

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[BURNSTORM]

Rumors were not something that he was often privy to. He himself did not care much for idle gossip, did not care who had a crush on who or who had taken the last piece of prey from the pile that day, or who was giving the nursery wistful looks. It was all useless information in his mind, something that he did not need to concern himself with and something that would only serve to get the rumor spreaders in trouble. Here, before them, is an excellent example of this.

If he were any other cat, and if Roeflame were too, he would push himself to his paws and make his way over there to defend his mates honor. Roeflame was as hard working as any other cat in the clan, more so even he would argue, and Mousenose was a fool to insinuate otherwise. But his mate did not need his help nor, hes sure, would she appreciate it either so he leaves the situation in her more than capable paws. Instead, he turns to his friend as she calls out for Roeflame to kick her sisters ass. His whiskers twitch in amusement, and conspiratorially he leans over "How much do you want to bet they scrap?" he asks, his voice low. He would not blame Roeflame for taking a couple of swipes at Mousenose, after all. He would do the same in her position.

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[WHITELION]

make peace with your broken pieces .
︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

The white-furred warrior remained nestled beside his mate when he caught sight of the commotion with a twitch of his whiskers, rumbling thoughtfully. Of course, Whitelion had little to do with the gossip of clanmates, rather content with life. "Is it not wrong to bet against clanmates?" He rumbled, golden hue crinkling, watching Roeflame and Mousenose from his peripheral. It was only natural to defend one's honor, especially from the cruel grasp of gossiping young warriors.

To think a battle of claws would begin before them, for something that Whitelion had been unfortunate enough to hear from where he lay, curled around a sleeping Spiderlily. "To gossip so boldly." He mused with a slow shake of his helm. "Perhaps this will end in a battle of claws than sharp words." He mused, voicing his thoughts with a puff, watching the foggy air curl around his scarred muzzle. The words of a clanmate always do hurt the worst, perhaps it was inevitable that claws would be unleashed—to fight for one's pride, is it not? He thought, helm tilted, observing the chattering crowd. ​

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[TOADHOP]

Toadhop thinks his eldest sister may be one of the hardest working ThunderClanners he knows — maybe even the hardest working cat in the forest. So when Howlingstar asked Roeflame to be part of her council, it didn't come as much of a surprise to him as he watched on with pride-filled eyes. Roeflame deserved the promotion after all.

What does surprise him is the gossip that's begun to swirl, a twitch of ears and a frown directed to whispers his own sister catches wind of. Falsities, he's certain, raise anger within him: Roeflame doesn't slack off. Mousenose knows better than to say such.

" I doubt she could do half of what Roeflame does, " he mutters, tail lashing behind him as he moves to settle beside Burnstorm and Frecklefire, " A fight would do her some good. Teach her a lesson, and all. "​

✦ ABOUT

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  TOADKIT ‣ TOADPAW ‣ TOADHOP
  ── Warrior of ThunderClan
  
  ── Cinderfrost x Grime
  ── AMAB; He/Him
  ── A brown tabby and white tom with blue eyes.
  ── Mentored by Stonepool
  ── "Speech"; Attack​

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[SMUDGEPAW]

The commotion from Roeflame was the first thing he heard as he returned to camp. What exactly had caused her to pop off like that? Hurriedly, the apprentice would throw his catch onto the fresh-kill pile before stopping to get the inside scoop. "What did I miss? They didn't fight yet, did they?" Of course something interesting had to happen when he was out on patrol! Why couldn't they have waited until he got back? A snort of frustration would leave the tom as he forced his way in between his clanmates to have a warm place to sit. Without waiting for a response, he would call out to the pair, oblivious to the fur rising on his neck with adrenaline. "Kick her tail Roeflame!"
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[ROEFLAME .]

ROEFLAME — I fell in love with the fire long ago.

If Roeflame's fuse hadn't already been sparked, the ghostly expressions of the duo in front of her would have had her bursting with laughter.
Yet, careful eyes are too busy studying the way they seem to begin to gawk at something behind the lead warrior.
"Uhm-them! Mousenose!"
get her ass, roe.
While Roeflame doesn't need to turn her gaze from the dappled pelt sat nearby to know who was egging her on, she still spares a quirk of her maw in Freckleflames direction.
It is fleeting, however, as now there is a new clanmate to confront. This one… much less surprising, the tabby supposed.
"We got a problem?" The smaller warrior thrums as she closes the gap between the two, still keeping a tail-length between herself and Mousenose.
Almost physically, Roeflame has to bite down on her tongue to keep herself from using the true language she wanted to- Spiderlily made a good point.
Plus, what would Flycatcher and Howlingstar think? … Even if I totally could kick her tail.
Still, her composure only extends so far, and Roeflame didn't get where she was today without some snark.
"Or are you just getting that bored? You know… from sitting all day?"
Now, she smirks again.

"speech"
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