pafp Cold as winter ⸙ Giving gratitude [Beech Copse]

[Brackenpaw]

Reluctantly Brackenkit had spent more time than she would like thinking about Foxglare, which was to say spending any time at all thinking about him. The kitten noticed that there was this weird rasp when he talked, outside of the usual weird way that he spoke. He also stayed back with them at the Beech Copse which meant that something was wrong, healthy and non-injured warriors weren’t supposed to be here with them. They told themself that’s why she was hanging around him more than normal, not directly speaking to him but just always sitting kind of nearby, looking at him every so often.

The realisation that Brackenkit and by extension Beekit would have been in a bad situation trying to evacuate without his help was a tough pill to swallow. There was no doubt that they would have been able to make it fine, surely they would have. There was so much chaos though, between the evacuation notice, the Riverclanners being in camp and Sunstars return. It would have been easy for Brackenkit or Beekit to have gotten lost or possibly suffered some kind of injury in that chaos. Maybe they’d be like Grasskit, struggling to breathe, not that breathing is coming easy to any Windclanner but what if it could’ve been worse? Would they have been worse off without him? She would lie to herself and say that it was more of a comfort for Beekit that he was there but despite how hard they tried to push the truth deep down they knew that it was a little bit of comfort for her too.

This is the part where they’re supposed to say thank you right? That sounded normal, but thanks were too freely given in her opinion. Especially to the adults, some kits thanked them just for simply doing what they’re obligated to do, why should they be thanked for it? She never understood that. Brackenkit wore the fact that they never had said thank you before with honour, it couldn’t be dragged out of her. Not even by herself, yet here they were. Glaring up at Foxglare, a usual sight at this point, it has been the sole expression that they wear. “Foxglare.” They state like his own name wasn’t known to him beforehand. “You.. You- Did a lot for Beekit.” It’s phrased like an accusation, there was a long pause and an even longer sigh “and me.” The words felt like they were being pulled out and that they were clinging to anything they could to not be dragged.

“So thanks.” They mutter the thanks softly, not breaking the glare they held at him, it was vicious like she was seething at the situation. Which she is but it was something that needed to be said, even if it was like pulling teeth. “For helping us. Me. Thanks.” The kitten kicked up the ground below them, tail lashing violently, an onlooker would think he had insulted them rather than them trying to express gratitude.

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  ooc: please wait for @FOXGLARE
  

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• BIOGRAPHY
  ✩ they/she, kit of Windclan, 6 moons (ages on the 22nd)
  ⭃ Speech, thoughts, attacking
  ⭃ a lithe and fragile looking calico that looks like they still need to grow into her ears
  ⭃ 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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