pafp Don't mess with a missionary man ⸙ Asking questions

[Brackenpaw]

The fire may have died out over a month ago but it still carried ghosts in the aftermath of it. The lingering ash filled lungs that were slowly but surely being filtered out, the scorched moors that had slowly started to grow. These ghosts were temporary, in time they would leave, ash can leave lungs and flora could regrow. Limbs though, that was a permanent consequence. Sunstar had to live with that ghost, the physical proof of the havoc wrought by the fire that wouldn't recover in the same way the rest of the clan could.

On bad nights Brackenpaw remembers the fear they felt when they saw the WindClan leader without his leg for the first time. She thought about it often, even on good days, partially because of the fact she learnt how to say fuck from it but for the majority it was because she saw the leader around often. The calico couldn't escape the haunting memory of the evacuation because no matter what he was going to be around, with one leg permanently gone.

In a rare moment of empathy towards the authority figure she found herself wondering how that must feel for Sunstar. Begrudgingly she was concerned if it haunted him too, maybe he thought it was cool? Who was she to know what was going on his mind? That's what brought her to be standing in his path, catching him in a rare lul in the start of the day before duties brought either of them away.

“Your leg, do you notice that it’s gone? Can you tell me about it?” Perhaps she could have crafted the questions to be less invasive and softer in tone but her begrudging empathy didn't stretch that far. Despite her blunt, no-nonsense tone it was clear that they weren't being intentionally malicious rather than intensely curious about this topic. They tilt their head to examine how he's standing, a silent query of trying to figure out how he's learnt to carry himself.

“It looks cool now that it's not scary out here, y'know with the fires and stuff” they declare with a sniff, the closest to the compliment that Brackenpaw could possibly manage. When she was a kit they may have had a heart attack over the idea of willingly talking to him to begin with. They still didn't like him, they merely just didn't see the point in avoiding speaking to him forever. Her curiosity was going to be her downfall but it was what pushed her to be more social, they had decided today that they absolutely needed to hear about his absent leg and how it was affecting Sunstar. “Can you still run fast? I bet you can outrun anyone here.”

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  ooc. Please wait for @SUNSTAR
  
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• BIOGRAPHY
  ✩ they/she, tunneler apprentice of Windclan, 7 moons (ages on the 22nd)
  ⭃ a lithe and fragile looking calico that looks like they still need to grow into her ears
  ⭃ Speech, thoughts, attacking
  ⭃ NPC x NPC, mentored by Bluefrost
  ⭃ 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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