⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ word travelled fast around thunderclan's camp. even if she had been asleep when the patrol returned, gentlestorm returning with two injured clanmates had been enough for her to stir. the pine scent that hung softly to their fur piqued her interest.
nightbird heard snippets, noticed how her friend's pale fur rippled with tight leashed anger. skyclaw and fallowpaw were not regarded with his familiar warm tone. her mate's name echoed through camp in whispered conversation as warriors walked past gentlestorm's den. they were not quiet enough.
she hated not knowing fully, one could not form an opinion based on spliced word of mouth. despite that, her temper simmered. skyclan had graciously lended a knowledgable medicine cat, they were thunderclan's longest standing friend. orangestar was a respectable figure, surely not a molly to be trifled with. so why was she hearing that racconstripe had gone and done just that?
fortunately, she would not be left with one eye in the dark for long. the subject of thunderclan's latest gossip stood before her now. nightbird shifted in her temporary nest until she sat, cautious not to disturb gentlestorm's carefully placed dressings. "i was beginning to wonder when i would see you. your name has clung to everyone's tongue with more will than a stubborn tick." nightbird hums, curious, near tentative as result of her contemplative state. she knows this is not something he would have done if he did not feel it necessary, but thunderclan had more dignity than to stoop so low. hunting on another's territory was the most blatant sign of weakness, something riverclan would gladly exploit in return for sunningrocks. that is, if orangestar did not come to collect their pelts first. regardless, what was done is done. nightbird would hear his side before passing her judgement. "is what they are saying true?"
nightbird heard snippets, noticed how her friend's pale fur rippled with tight leashed anger. skyclaw and fallowpaw were not regarded with his familiar warm tone. her mate's name echoed through camp in whispered conversation as warriors walked past gentlestorm's den. they were not quiet enough.
she hated not knowing fully, one could not form an opinion based on spliced word of mouth. despite that, her temper simmered. skyclan had graciously lended a knowledgable medicine cat, they were thunderclan's longest standing friend. orangestar was a respectable figure, surely not a molly to be trifled with. so why was she hearing that racconstripe had gone and done just that?
fortunately, she would not be left with one eye in the dark for long. the subject of thunderclan's latest gossip stood before her now. nightbird shifted in her temporary nest until she sat, cautious not to disturb gentlestorm's carefully placed dressings. "i was beginning to wonder when i would see you. your name has clung to everyone's tongue with more will than a stubborn tick." nightbird hums, curious, near tentative as result of her contemplative state. she knows this is not something he would have done if he did not feel it necessary, but thunderclan had more dignity than to stoop so low. hunting on another's territory was the most blatant sign of weakness, something riverclan would gladly exploit in return for sunningrocks. that is, if orangestar did not come to collect their pelts first. regardless, what was done is done. nightbird would hear his side before passing her judgement. "is what they are saying true?"
┌── GIVE ME THE BURDEN
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GIVE ME THE BLAME ──┐
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ooc ↛ @RACCOONSTRIPE
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NIGHTBIRD ✩ she/her, lead warrior of thunderclan, 32 ☾'s
⭃ a small black smoke molly with a white paw and pale silver eyes. she is known best for agile paws, a quick wit, and putting thunderclan's wellbeing above all else.
⭃ mate to raccoonstripe / / mentor to none
⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
⭃ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
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