DIAMONDS IN YOUR SKIN ♡ roeflame

[Palefire]

The last few moons had been such a whirlwind that there had hardly been a second to stop and catch your breath. Palefire was beginning to feel the effects of leaf-bare already weighing on her, paw steps faltering in the snow every so often, her body protesting louder when she rose to the early morning frost. But they pushed onward because they had to. Thunderclan would thrive again, she was sure of that.

As tumultuous as their situation had been for the last little while, they could at least boast a strong support system headed by two very capable mollies. The lynx-point greatly respected Flamestar and Roeflame; as much as she missed Howlingstar, there wasn't the faintest doubt that this pair would lead them into a bright future. There was none amongst them that she would trust more.

It was only a shame that the young warrior hadn't gotten the chance yet to congratulate either of them. Chaos rained down on them often, and idle pleasantries tended to fall to the wayside. But there was a moment of calm now, and a silver ticked tabby lay outside the warrior's den across from where Palefire currently sat. If she were honest, she was also a bit worried about Roeflame's wellbeing. The deputy had taken some serious injuries in the fight against Shadowclan, and it didn't look like the chill air was doing her any good.

The lilac-furred molly tried to hide the concern in her oceanic gaze as she plucked a decent-sized mouse from the fresh-kill pile and strode over. She laid the morsel of prey at Roeflame's paws, offering a faint smile as she lowered herself onto her belly opposite the deputy. "I thought you might be hungry, and hopefully happy for some company," she purred warmly, tucking her paws underneath her chest.

Blue eyes met green, a measure of admiration flickering in her own. "I never got a chance to congratulate you on your promotion before. So.... um, congrats." A short, self-aware laugh tumbled from her maw as she shifted uncomfortably. "How're you feeling, by the way? After the battle?" The smile disappeared, lips quirking downward slightly as she recalled the images of cats locked in lethal struggles.

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• [ @ROEFLAME . <3 ]

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  PALEFIRE ♡ she / her, warrior of thunderclan, 21 moons
  ⭃ lh lilac lynx point w/ low white and striking blue eyes
  ⭃ single, crushing on no one // npc x npc
  ⭃ mentoring meadowpaw & ivorypaw // mentored by nightbird
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted // all opinions ic
  ⭃ underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by limerence ↛ @limericks. on discord, dm for plots

 

[ROEFLAME .]

-ˋˏ ༻ ☀ ༺ ˎˊ-

When Roeflame had been called to step into the pawsteps Flamestar left behind, it had been a shock for the cinnamon warrior. Though not for lack of confidence in herself; the promotion had solidified a permanent change in ThunderClan. When Roeflame had gratefully accepted in the eyes of her children and mate, it had come with the overwhelming realization of how far she had come, how much had been endured.

Though her clan still heals from the wounds inflicted by Skyclaw's wrath, the memory of it all felt worlds away- the threats ThunderClan faced are entirely different. The quiet moments are rare and sweet, and Roeflame cherishes them.

Stretched just outside the warriors den, the deputy is only acutely aware of Palefires presence at first, until the younger warrior approaches with a mouse in her jaws- and then Roeflame offers the other a warm smile. "Thank you, that's so thoughtful. I'm always looking for good company," And that Palefire was, the young warrior having earned the older mollys respect time and time again. Adjusting her position, the deputy can barely suppress the urge to let her mouth visibility water at the thought of a good meal.

Palefire's congratulations are met with a grateful blink, and Roeflame's own chuckle of amusement echoes the other. Admittedly, the deputy still didn't really know how to respond to the sentiment. Though Palefire's expression trails deeper, Roeflame keeps her own content.

The battle had only further validated the deputy's hatred for the marsh-dwellers, and she was sure a new target had been placed between her own rosetted shoulder blades. At the thought, the freshly-scarred gashes that blazed pathways down Roeflame's chest began to throb. "As good as can be expected, I suppose." The memory of her teeth sinking into the ShadowClan warriors throat bubbles from the depths of her mind, now the tabby's expression begins to twitch. "Battle is an ugly thing, but it's our way of life- losing, too. What's important now is focusing on how we can come back stronger." Roeflame flashes a convincingly assured smile.

"And you?" Roeflame prompts now, trying to recall where exactly Palefire had been when she had called for a retreat, "you fought well until the very end of it." That part Roeflame knew as much to be true, remembering how the warrior had been one of the last to disengage from her opponent. "How is Ivorypaw?"

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── I GOT A POCKET ⋅✴⋅ A POCKET FULL OF SUNSHINE ──┐‎

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  ROEFLAME ✩ she/her, Deputy of Thunderclan, twenty-seven moons.
  ⭃ petite cinnamon silver ticked tabby with murky green eyes & a small scar over her left eye.
  ⭃ mate to Burnstorm ☀ mentor to Dovepaw & Dwindlingpaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ☀ underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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