pafp ANYTHING GOES GIRL ༄ ASSUMPTION

[Driftwood]

"Claythorn! How are you feeling?" An innocent friendly smile, they aimed to lightly tap their shoulder out of habit. Then suddenly, their tone lowered at once as the question prodded their curiosity, "Who's the other half, I'd love to give my congratulations?" They purred, sunny eyes beaming with interest as if they had always been old friends.

It was their talented observation and a topic picked from harmless gossip, call them nosy but Driftwood caught glimpses of Claythorn beginning to show the typical signs. What "friend" would they be if they let this slide? They wanted conformation, to have tiny paws scamper the camps again was rather exciting. Who was the lucky individual? To be blessed of a strong bloodline? Driftwood was certain these kittens would become strong and serious warriors if these rumors and personal observations were true. Oh, but if they were not.. ah, that would get them an ear full. Either way, they were not deterred by the possibility of getting chased off. Driftwood wasn't scared of her clanmates, besides, they were basically all family in their eyes.

They would just make it up later if they offended Claythorn so. Besides, they would always see each other if they always slept within the same clan.

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[claythorn]

Driftwood's voice is grating. Just enough to cause more then a flicker of emotion to cross her normally even visage, eyes narrowed and tail lashing before it righted itself once more. Their tap to her shoulder causes her to shift, vision turning up towards them just as the question was posed. Mismatched golden eyes stared for a long moment, and she coughed, ears turning backwards. It wasn't like she had tried to keep it secret, but...

This posing was going to make it clear- her diagnosis, and her partner. Panic, something that normally didn't find her, overwhelmed as she looked for seafoam eyes, before casting back up towards Driftwood. Confidence, Claythorn. Your hesitance is unbecoming. A soft voice uttered in her head just before she spoke. "... Otterbite." Claythorn said quietly, keeping her face stony despite the churning of panic inside. ".. I feel like right shit." Claythorn spoke with a curse, because that was the honest truth.

The sickness was overwhelming, her paws ached, her stomach too round to run or leap like she used to- whereas she had been the resident bird catcher, she was resulted in being glued to the ground. Whereas she kept up, surpassed others in fighting off dangers, she was resulted to the benches to watch the danger from afar. It was loath some.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ┌── WHO ENCRYPTED YOUR DARK ⋅❁⋅ GOSPEL IN BODY LANGUAGE? ──┐‎

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• CLAYTHORN she/her, warrior of riverclan, fifteen moons.
  ⭃ LH chocolate torbie with mismatched golden eyes, scars across her right cheek and over her left ear. cold exterior and threatening glares, built for stamina/battle and not swimming (tall/muscled)
  ⭃ mentored by darkbranch (npc) / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ mated to otterbite / / only child
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[otterbite]

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- Otterbite had not been so prepared for the amount of attention Claythorn may receive as word began to spread. So often he had been used to their company in private, only seen in brief glances but otherwise given their space when placed together on patrol. Now, though, something about this development drew more to her, frustrating him for a reason he could not put into words.

"It won't last much longer." Keeping his tone mild, Otterbite pressed his forehead to her cheek. A loud, physical claim to the molly against any rivaling competition Driftwood may possess. "Maybe getting more rest might help, it's been patrol after patrol with you lately." He failed to see how hard she clung to this freedom while she still had it.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── IM OUT OF CONTROL ⋅❁⋅ OH, HOW I BURN FOR YOU ──┐‎

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  OTTERBITE ✩ he/him, warrior of riverclan, fifteen moons.
  ⭃ scruffy blue/black chimera with a white tail-tip and green eyes. noticeable kinked whiskers
  ⭃ adopted son to pikesplash // former apprentice to coyotecreek
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay requires permission / / underline and tag when attacking or making an action toward
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by beatae ↛ gonkpilled on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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