pafp all around the room ❄ prompt

[doepath ࿔]

His affections for her sibling remain elusive... hidden behind shadows and quiet moments spent alone. She couldn't blame Fallowbite's love for being quiet... secret... Doepath too had kept her biases close to her chest and now had to waddle around with proof they existed. Her vision settles on Braveheart with a soft glimmer, relieved by his chipper spirit and good-natured obliviousness. He didn't really ask questions... didn't seem to care.... He just wanted ThunderClan to thrive and he proved that with every patrol he went on. With every dip into the nursery to offer food. He was a decidedly good friend... and when she'd been given the chance to steal him away for some quality time, the fawn she-cat had taken it heartily.

"Are you staying warm enough," she asks, leaning against him (and growing embarrassed by how her belly touches him long before her head butts against his shoulder. "It's been so cold that even the moss is freezing... My nest has been getting so scratchy lately. As if I'm not already uncomfortable enough, right? My appetite has been so poor, I feel bad anytime someone tries to bring prey by and Gentlestorm's going to chew my ears off if I can't keep a meal down." She swipes her tongue over a spot behind his ear where the fur feels tangled, probably because it's hard to reach. "Oooh, if you find a bird later would you mind bringing it to me? Sunshinespot's been craving one." If nothing else, she could make sure her mate with the will to eat got to fill his belly with something tasty.

Her tail curls in amusement, deciding she ought to poke the bear a little bit after Fallowbite's last conversation with her. "You take good care of Fallowbite out there the next time you two go hunting... It's stubborn but there's no way she's comfortable with that broken tail yet."

please dont leave me ➺ in the dark

• please wait for @braveheart : ̗̀➛
  ❄ With the change in weather, the moss bedding is becoming brittle and spiky. How does your character feel about it?

• DOEPATH
  fifteen month old warrior of thunderclan
  she/her fawn sepia with low white and yellow eyes

 

[braveheart : ̗̀➛]

☀ . ° ✦ The matters in which his friends ended up in the nursery at the same time were of course, none of Braveheart's concern nor prying curiosity. His optimism is pure through his heart and soul in which he regarded Sunshinespot and Doepath in closeness to, and seeing them happy and expanding their family was enough to make him soar with them.

The close proximity he's held with his friends is comfortable, and his grand acceptance of affections for his loved ones have created such a core component to Braveheart that he doesn't question how it is returned. Sleeping piles, gift giving, sharing tongues and prey. It only confuses him in the matters of others- onlookers- tentatively asking him about Doepath and Sunshinespot's sire's as if he had any right to know. Oblivious of the suspicions placed onto him for contributing to their path towards the nursery.

"Oh, easy! See all this fur? It's my mom's." Braveheart smiled widely in his reassurance, fondly recalling how is siblings often cozied up to him in the apprentices den around this time. The only of the three attach to Leopardtongue's coat, and now as he walked and breathed he stood as a commemoration to her memory as a warrior.

Doepath's lamenting on the dissatisfaction of her nest does make his smile falter with worry. Frost already encroaching so close to penetrate the warmth of the nursery was certainly no good... "What if I settled in there with you? Fallowbite called me a uh... a furball, which means I could keep all that frost away!" Braveheart shook his shoulders to fluff out his pelt in a more flashy manner.

"Nooo he can't do that! I'll bring Hopepaw and we'll chew'em back. Maybe his whiskers, too." Braveheart paused to glance around, checking that the snowy tom wasn't lingering around somewhere to overhear. "I think I could find a bird for y'guys. Maybe the feather will keep all that icky frost away, too."

His ears suddenly burn hot as the attention turned to him and Fallowbite. He wondered if it said anything to it's sisters about them- he hadn't said anything to his brothers... Was that an exception?

"Eheh... yyeaahh. I have been! I know it says it's not that different but... we do hunt a lot better together anyhow. DId she tell you about the time we caught a pheasant together? It was MASSIVE! As big as a duck, maybe bigger!" That pheasant sounded good right about now, too.

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  BRAVEHEART — HE/HIM ･ 13 MOONS ･ THUNDERCLAN & WARRIOR ･ PENNED BY beatae!

  A Longhaired chocolate tabby with a white locket and deep blue eyes. A large cat who stands tall and proud. His coat is thick with long wispy curls. Severe scars from owl talons stretch across his shoulders and another that starts from his back down his left thigh.

 

[sunshinespot]

Sunshinespot wakes from his nest in the nursery alone; while not a common occurrence, it's not one that worries him too greatly. Doepath still hasn't leveled out with her symptoms like he has and often leaves for the dirtplace. It's sad, watching her suffer whilst he glides on by... But is there much he can do other than comfort her? Gentlestorm seems constantly at her side, too, pushing new remedies or meals for her to try and settle her gut. As the tom stands to shake the moss from his pelt, he figures much of the same; that she's not far off, enduring another talking to from their medicine cat.

When he breaks the threshold of the nursery, the chill bites him, but he takes no time in finding his mate and friend. Their closeness burns jealousy in his chest, but not for the aforementioned curious eyes. No, but because he's not there beside them. They look so... comfortable! And warm, at that! Envy slips into realization that he need not stand by and simply... could join them! Jeez, who said this relationship stuff is hard?

He says nothing as he slips in beside Doepath, offering Braveheart a loose flick of his tail against the other's flank as he passes. The discussion nearly goes over the smoke and cream tom's head as sleep tempts him back into its warm embrace. It's the chatter about birds - pheasants, namely, that garners his attention again.

"A pheasant?" he mumbles incredulously, normally half-lidded eyes widening somewhat. "Y'all caught that, 'nd didn't share? Tsk tsk..." a teasing click of his tongue as he sprawls his forelimbs forward and rests his head once more. "Y'should watch out, Braveheart. Once Doe's up 'nd goin' again, there's no tellin' how many of y'er records she'll break." Conversation at best, though the numb mind of Sunshinespot doesn't consider her near-blindness an issue with the jest.​