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[antlerbreeze]

// tw for some graphic description/angst in the first paragraph, but the rest should be relatively free!

The lulls of what she thinks is 'depression' are still hitting her- but finding purpose in ensuring others are safe, others are well, is what continues to drive her. To make sure her family is safe, to make sure those who stand against Skyclaw in their mind stay... alive. Because that is what it has come to, right? She washes her mind of the memory of Howlingstar's glassy eyes, of Rabbitnose's screams for his daughter. A long, sharp breath settles a pain between her ribs, but she's slinking towards the shadows of camp where she knows a friend is.

Tallpaw and herself had some semblance of friendship- the other was quiet, withdrawn. A watcher, from the sidelines, and a younger Antlerbreeze was much the same way. She had changed, but she hoped it hadn't changed their friendship, the quiet silence that they shared when sitting together and staring out at camp. Despite all that had happened, she wanted to check on him, make sure what's happened hadn't driven him further into a shell.

She wore a tiny smile- partially forced- at the sight of the black and white cat, settling nearby when she begins to speak to him, quietly. "Tallpaw. How are you holding up?" Antlerbreeze asks. Her eyes are shifting over camp, watching to see any of his loyalists if they drifted close. Watching to see if she was being watched.

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• ANTLERBREEZE she/her, warrior of thunderclan, twelve moons.
  ⭃ LH cinnamon lynx sepia with low white. smaller body, agile and slippery, fits really well in small gaps in the underbrush. soft spoken but strong and determined.
  ⭃ previously mentored by howlingstar / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ padding after no one / / sibling to fallowbite and doepath
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[TALLSTEP]

Tallpaw watches as Antlerbreeze makes her way toward him, his black-and-white fur catching the fading light of the day. The camp’s shadows stretch and deepen around them, creating a somber backdrop for their quiet conversation. He shifts slightly, making room for her, and offers a small, almost hesitant nod. When she finally speaks, her voice is weighted with the kind of exhaustion that Tallpaw recognizes all too well. “Hey, Antlerbreeze,” he says softly, his voice carrying a slightly awkward edge that mirrors his internal unease, made slightly more off by the fact that he almost stumbles over her name, given how recently it was changed. “You, uh, you wanted to know how I’m doing?” he echoes as he looks at her with a mix of curiosity and concern, the flicker of anxiety in his mismatched eyes.

“It’s been... well, it’s been rough,” he continues, struggling to find the right words. “Everything feels like it’s changing, like the ground beneath me is constantly shifting. I don’t know if that makes any sense, but it’s like I’m caught in this weird limbo where I’m not really part of anything but still trying to make sense of it all.” He glances back at the camp, where the movement of cats and the dimming light only seem to heighten the sense of uncertainty he feels. He really hasn't been involved with either side of the conflict, and has gone mostly ignored by both sides, so it's hard to figure out how he should be feeling.

“What about you?” he asks, his voice laced with genuine concern. “You look like you’re carrying a lot. It must be tough, trying to keep everyone safe while dealing with... well, everything. I can’t even imagine what it’s like to be in your position right now.” Tallpaw’s gaze softens as he offers a tentative, slightly awkward smile. “I’m here if you need to talk or if you just want some company. I know I’m not the best at, uh, comforting words or anything, but sometimes just having someone around who gets the weird feelings can help. Maybe we can, I don’t know, find some kind of peace in this mess. For a bit.” His words come out in a careful, almost stumbling fashion as he scrambles to find the right words to use.​