pafp Bigmouth strikes again ⸙ Caught sneaking out

[Brackenpaw]

There should have been an expectation that someone was going to notice that they had left, there was only one exit and entrance after all, through that gorse tunnel. She had enough forethought to prepare in case that someone did notice. Through the act of collecting dandelions, she prepared some excuse in the back of her mind, Unsure if it would help with yellowcough but ready to use that as her shield regardless. Brackenpaw had enough common sense to know that if she had to think of excuses to hide something then what she was doing wasn't particularly good. Yet she deluded herself into thinking that there was a noble reason behind it after all, beyond seeing a friend that she shouldn’t have made to begin with.

Privetfrost had expressed an interest in WindClan, he had lamented how sometimes he wished that he lived here instead of DuskClan. So her meetings carried an ulterior motive, to try and see if that was genuine and to plan a way for him to be able to prove himself worthy of joining in that manner. Afterall as far as they're away Juncoclaw hasn’t been killed yet so there was hope that others intending on redemption and improvement have a chance too. They weren't entirely sure if he had more or less of a chance since she's certain he was never WindClan... Brackenpaw had decided to cross that bridge when the time called for it.

As she squeezed through the tunnel and into camp she realised that this was potentially the least of her concern, as she needed to worry about herself and not about any friends by the border. At first, it didn’t seem like anyone had noticed her disappearance and now she felt silly by carting these flowers back with her. That was until she noticed Sunstar, and worse, Sunstar had noticed them. A groan of annoyance, muffled by the bundle she carried in her jaw was all she could offer in this situation. Oh great, he was heading over this way too. Would it be too late to play dumb? Yeah, probably, she had evidence of her travels with her after all.

So instead they try to stand a little taller, carry some semblance of confidence with her as she glared at the WindClan leader. There was no heat in her gaze, no simmering hatred, just an indication that she was not entirely pleased over this situation. “I wanted to help- with the yellowcough I mean.” She offers plainly, setting the dandelions she gathered down at her white paws. “I do not actually know if this helps- but I did not want to just stand here, stuck in camp.” they carry that confidence in their tone. Trying to keep their language brief and factual, hoping this gave them more of a leg to stand on here.

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• Brackenpaw
  ✩ they/she, tunneler apprentice of Windclan, 10 moons (ages on the 22nd)
  ⭃ a lithe and fragile looking calico that looks like they still need to grow into her ears
  ⭃ Speech, thoughts, attacking
  ⭃ NPC x NPC, mentored by Bluefrost
  ⭃ easy to befriend other kits, gradually harder to befriend every rank after that
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Juice ↛ @/ouijeejuice on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  ⭃ All opinions are IC!! Bracken is a little hater
  

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