private DAMNED IF YOU DON’T [figfeather]

[SANGRIAPAW]

✧ Being an apprentice was supposed to be a good thing. She was supposed to get some freedom and explore the territory, and have a cool mentor, and have a bunch of friends. She was supposed to be having fun in SkyClan, learning everything she can from her mentor and making lots of friends. She was supposed to finally get to go all over the territory with Figfeather and Coffeepaw. But instead of feeling even more like a SkyClanner, Sangriapaw has only found herself feeling more distant from the clan. The few friends she has sleep in the apprentice den at night, all together, and wake up together to go out on their morning patrols. And Sangriapaw sleeps at home alone in her bed—fruitless in all her efforts to convince one of them to stay the night with her.

It’s early in the morning, and Sangriapaw has just arrived at SkyClan’s camp. Once again, Fantastream has walked her and her brother here without Figfeather at her side. When was the last time her parents had walked them to SkyClan together—when was the last time they even talked to each other? The torbie’s eyes flicker to a marbled yellow figure that strides into view, and curiosity gets the better of her. "Umm… Figfeather?" The girl’s usually-bold voice is subdued now, uncertain. Snowcapped paws knead anxiously at the grass below her—she knows what the answer to her questions will be. She’s just trying to ignore the heavy weight that sits in her belly, hoping her not-mom’s answer will be different from what she expects.

With a slight downward turn to her mouth, Sangriapaw begins, "You and mama don’t talk very much, since me and Coffeepaw became apprentices." And since Figfeather got her own apprentice—Daisypaw. The torbie feels kinda jealous of her cousin, but she doesn’t like to say that. Why would she be jealous? It’s just Daisypaw. So what if he gets to spend more time with Figfeather than her? That’s not… that’s not super special or anything. Her brows furrow, but she tries to smooth her expression as she looks up at the lead warrior. "Do you…" She doesn’t know what she’s asking. Do you still love her? Do you still love us? Instead of that, she asks, "What’s goin’ on?"

✧ gliding down the rainbow

• ooc: @FIGFEATHER
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  SANGRIAPAW ❯❯ she/her, daylight apprentice of skyclan
  ⭃ cinnamon torbie with white spotting and vibrant leaf-green eyes. bold, bright, and curious.
  ⭃ daughter of fantastream & figfeather ; sister to coffeepaw
  ⭃ mentored by johnnyflame
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ⭃ penned by foxlore

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[FIGFEATHER]

Figfeather glances up from her morning prey as Fantastream and their kits arrive at camp for the day. She goes back to eating after looking them over, noting to say a ‘hello’ to Coffeepaw and Sangripaw before heading out on patrol today. Only as she is chewing, cinnamon fur makes it’s way towards her instead.

’Um… Figfeather?’ The marmalade tabby looks up at the apprentice. Whiskers twitch in greeting before she prompts Sangriapaw to speak her mind, ”Yes?”

Her stomach churns as the realization as to where this was going crashes down on her. Had Fantastream never told the kits? Had the clan really kept their gossiping whispers to a minimum when the ears of their litter were present? Figfeather detests that they had stayed quiet, that the burden of breaking the hearts of her kits was tossed to her paws. She was not good at these sorts of things, she never had been.

But what was she to do? Turn Sangriapaw away? Lie and say everything was still okay?

”…Sangriapaw.” Figfeather begins slowly, struggling to look her daughter in the eyes. ”We’re not- we are not mates anymore. Fantastream and I both agreed it’d be for the best. For us- and for you and Coffeepaw.” What good was having two bickering parents? What good would it be for any of them if all their nights were filled with bitter arguments and wrinkled noses? ”I still… I still love you both though. You and Coffeepaw. Your mother still loves you too. Her and I just have gone our separate ways.” Even as she wraps up she cannot bring her eyes to directly gaze into Sangriapaw’s green. Figfeather doesn’t want to see the hurt and pain.

♡ INFO BATTLE

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  » Figfeather
  » SkyClan Lead Warrior
  » She/her . AMAB
  » Sire to Sangriapaw & Coffeepaw
  » Mentoring Daisypaw
  » 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 to aid her clan to victory.
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

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[SANGRIAPAW]

✧ The lead warrior says her name slowly, too slowly to be saying anything good to her. That’s the same voice everybody used when Blazestar died, when Orangestar got killed by a fox. That’s not a good news voice. And that must mean…

“We are not mates anymore.”

All at once, the girl’s world comes crashing down. Her mouth goes dry, and all the pieces she hadn’t put together before fall right into place—like Figfeather talking to her about staying in SkyClan all the time, and the fact that she hasn’t seen both her parents in the same place except the clan meeting. It all makes so much sense, so why didn’t either of them just… tell her? "What do you mean?" She asks, her voice small for once rather than loud and boisterous. "You both—you both don’t love each other now? You’re gonna be mates again though, right?" They have to, she thinks, because mates aren’t supposed to not be mates anymore. But the way Figfeather says it is so… final. So sure.

The tabby says she still loves them, but that can’t be true, can it? If she still loved them, wouldn’t she still be with their mama? Everything was just fine before the clan meeting! It doesn’t make any sense at all! The only thing that’s changed is- "Is it ’cause you’re a lead warrior now?" The apprentice’s final question is asked in a whisper, hardly audible. Figfeather is a newly assigned lead warrior of SkyClan, and newly assigned mentor of Daisypaw. She must not care about any of them anymore, no matter if she says she still loves them—Sangriapaw feels a wave of something wash over her, and it makes her feel cold. She shouldn’t have asked. She shouldn’t have asked anything at all.

✧ gliding down the rainbow

• ooc: —
• 
  SANGRIAPAW ❯❯ she/her, daylight apprentice of skyclan
  ⭃ cinnamon torbie with white spotting and vibrant leaf-green eyes. bold, bright, and curious.
  ⭃ daughter of fantastream & figfeather ; sister to coffeepaw
  ⭃ mentored by johnnyflame
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ⭃ penned by foxlore

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[FIGFEATHER]

Her paws shuffle against the grassy floor awkwardly. ’What do you mean?’ Figfeather’s head squirms for something to say- the right thing to say. Under every crevice, under every nook and cranny, but she can’t find the words on her tongue. ’You both don’t love each other now?’ An answer far more complicated than a yes or no- an answer she has no idea how to give to Sangriapaw, or anyone who would’ve asked her for that matter. ’You’re gonna be mates again though, right?’

Finally, Figfeather looks her in the eyes. ”Sangriapaw… we-“ she can’t get the words out of her maw fast enough before Sangriapaw murmurs something hardly audible. Figfeather almost has to ask the apprentice to repeat herself, but the syllables manage to fall in place within her ears.

’Is it ‘cause you’re a lead warrior now?’ ”Huh- what?! No!” Figfeather exclaims defensively, ”Why in StarClan’s name would you think that? No- of course not!” Is this something Fantastream put into her head? Her former mate had told her near the end of their relationship Figfeather had her head in the clouds far too often. Had she revealed this opinion to Sangriapaw? Is that where she had gotten this? She ought to confront her- tell Fantastream to leave what was between them out of the ears of their kits. ”Sometimes mates just don’t get along anymore, Sangriapaw, okay? Us going our own ways nothing to do with you or Coffeepaw… or my title.”

Figfeather glances down at her prey and suddenly the gnawing in her belly has stopped. She’s not hungry anymore. ”…I have to go train Daisypaw.” She meows, her voice much softer now as she rises onto her paws. ”Johnnyflame is probably looking for you. We can talk more later.” Or maybe instead, Sangriapaw would ask Fantastream and she’d not have to worry about it.

With an awkward look of goodbye to her daughter, Figfeather picks up her barely touched prey and heads to the fresh-kill pile, likely to put it back for someone else to eat.

♡ INFO BATTLE

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

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