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"One thing I thought would change with Sunstar..." Bluefrost's tongue swipes about her lips as she pushes the remnants of the hare to Scorchstorm. It's scrawny, but enormous; unfortunately, it's more muscle than meat. Her teeth still gnash at the gaminess of their meal—"WindClan is still the enemy of the forest." She sighs. Her silver-dusted forelimbs stretch before her; her white paws flex, the claws digging into the dusty camp floor.
She had sought Scorchstorm after the council meeting, her mind whirling with new responsibilities, new burdens upon her shoulders. She had wanted to go to Cottonpaw, but her sister had been busy, her paws rolling herbs for potential war they faced from all sides. Spotting the fire-branded tortoiseshell from across camp, she'd snatched the biggest creature on the fresh-kill pile and dragged it over. When she looks at Scorchstorm now, she does so with intensity, memorizing the lean lines of her face, the memory of smoke and flame on her tongue after they'd bathed one another.
Could she be a friend? Even after everything? She turns from the hare's remains to gaze into amber-gold eyes. "My mother relished being the enemy, but Sunstar does not. You can tell it is a weight on him." She exhales. It's bitter. "He still cannot cast her shadow away from him."
She had sought Scorchstorm after the council meeting, her mind whirling with new responsibilities, new burdens upon her shoulders. She had wanted to go to Cottonpaw, but her sister had been busy, her paws rolling herbs for potential war they faced from all sides. Spotting the fire-branded tortoiseshell from across camp, she'd snatched the biggest creature on the fresh-kill pile and dragged it over. When she looks at Scorchstorm now, she does so with intensity, memorizing the lean lines of her face, the memory of smoke and flame on her tongue after they'd bathed one another.
Could she be a friend? Even after everything? She turns from the hare's remains to gaze into amber-gold eyes. "My mother relished being the enemy, but Sunstar does not. You can tell it is a weight on him." She exhales. It's bitter. "He still cannot cast her shadow away from him."
- ooc: @SCORCHSTORM
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Bluekit.Bluepaw. Bluefrost, she/her w/ feminine terms.
— “speech”, thoughts, attack
— 16 moons old, ages realistically on the 14th.
— mentored by Sootstar ; mentoring Brackenpaw ; previously mentored n/a.
— windclan warrior.sootstarxweaselclaw, gen 2.
— penned by Marquette.
lh blue smoke she-cat with white and emerald eyes. aloof, dignified, poised, haughty, composed, distant.