private But I don't need the comfort of any lies | brave

[tigerwing]

As soon as Gentle heart said the words, she would happily give him a thanks, a purr with the touch of her nose to his pelt. But she would be free, and though she enjoyed the moon she spent in his den, she would want to stretch her legs as quickly as she could. She had a lot to do, but she would worry about that later. She was a warrior, and she had plenty of time. (Was that true with her luck lately?) She would not question it, finding her spindly limbs stepping in place in a happy manner.

Green eyes glanced across camp, and her limp in her hind leg was the only thing to slow her down as she nearly charged for a familiar brown body. Her friend as an apprentice, her mentors son, that he was so eager to introduce to her once upon a time when she was no longer sick. They had begun playing, training, and there was not a time with him that she did not find enjoyable.

Paws outstretched, she would leap into the brown fur of the other, their bodies tumbling as the molly threw herself into him, her hind legs holding her up as her front would wrap around the tom and her scarred cheek would press into the other. "Bravepaw! Oh it's so so wonderful to see you! I'm free," she announced in glee, pulling away in a triumphant manner. Her steps lifted and her body danced as green eyes scoured over her friend. "you must be a warrior now, right? Tell me! Tell me! What name did Howlingstar give you?" There was a pang in her chest as she mentioned the previous afflicted leader, eyes filling with a sort of sadness she quickly pushed back. She could not keep being sad over things she could not help, though she wished she was hear. Another paw to aid and prevent what she didn't know was unpreventable.

@braveheart : ̗̀➛
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[braveheart : ̗̀➛]

☀ . ° ✦ Tigerpaw's return had at first been worrying, as she came to ThunderClan during a time of great uncertainty. Braveheart had prayed for her safety as their Clanmates directed her elsewhere, for her sake, and she had thankfully taken solace in the remnants of Skyclaw's exiles.

The tides of ThunderClan had change, however, and now they both served someone they'd proudly pledge loyalty to. It was strange to see them both serving as warriors together, a future Braveheart had seen so far away as a kit. And a possibly taken away when she had disappeared. But it was real now, the future he had seen himself standing in was... mostly what he envisioned as a child.

It seemed Tigerwing had been cleared to leave Gentlestorm's den in the sudden clash of orange tabby fur. Braveheart gasped as the wind knocked from his lungs, recognition quickly sinking through at Tigerwing's scent. Bravepaw she called him, a reminder of the times she left him in.

"Heh, yeah! I got to become a warrior early. I saved Doepath from a badger." Braveheart smiled proudly as he remembered the old mollys glow of joy to see him alongside his denmates. "It's Braveheart, now. For my courage, she said." The memory is bittersweet now, knowing the leader now watches his journey from the stars. "I like what Flamestar picked for you. Tigerwing, 'cause you fly through the sky!" The tom laughed in his jest, shaking the dirt from his pelt while he rose back to stand.

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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.

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