private CARVIN’ THROUGH THE DARK [butterflytuft]

[FIGFEATHER]

FIGFEATHER ♀​ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥​

Sunfall was upon them, it wouldn’t be long now until Blazestar called for those leaving to the gathering to follow after him. Of course, Figfeather as one of the volunteers would be going by default, only StarClan knew if she’d see the camp ever again once she stepped out past the gorse tunnel. It was time for the hard part. The goodbyes. She had held these off until the very last second. How could she look these cats in their faces knowing it just might be the last moment they shared together? Figfeather hadn’t given up on life- the journey was dangerous but surely there was hope for their return? Yet she felt like a dead cat walking. The second cat on her radar was Butterflytuft. Violetnose had gotten a goodbye and a nose on the shoulder before she had forced herself away from her dark-pelted litter-mate. She stands before her elder sister now, her tri-colored fur sleek in the dim sunlight. Figfeather forces a weary smile, her paws shuffle against the grass. ”Blazestar will call for me soon. All of us.” It’s… difficult to say it for what it was, that this was a goodbye. She shares a glossy knowing look with Butterflytuft.

♡ INFO BATTLE

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  » Figfeather
  » SkyClan Warrior
  » She/her . AMAB
  » A red tabby she-cat with a mangled leg.
  » ”Speech”․ thoughts ․ attack
  
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  » A foe in battle whose ability to strategize can shift tides.
  » Excels in strategizing and pre-planning her battles.
  » Fights defensively and aid her clan to victory.
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

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[butterflytuft]

It feels unreal. Both Figfeather and Greeneyes volunteered to go on a journey that Blazestar called dangerous. So dangerous, in fact, that he needed volunteers, because he refused to select cats. That must be really dangerous, She thinks fretfully, her eyes round with grief and worry. She could never imagine volunteering for such a journey, and of course there is a part of her that admires her siblings. But above all, she just wishes they had stayed silent...she wishes they would stay home.

Figfeather approaches, her tone solemn, and the tortoiseshell meets her young sister's gaze with her own teary eyes. "I'm going to miss you so much...you have to promise me you'll be careful, okay?" She mews, voice wavering. She knows the marmalade she-cat isn't the kit she once was, and Butterflytuft has never exactly been the "protective older sister" type, but she can't help but fear for her.​