pafp For, forever loathing ⸙ Sharing nests

[Brackenpaw]

Brackenpaw wasn't close with Rivewhisper, mostly out of stubborn principle as opposed to any actual ill will. They can feel that void that was left by her in camp, sees it in her clanmates. Specifically she can see it in Tigersting, it's noticeable how quiet she is. There's a void where her quips are, the annoying smug tone that refuses to call them by their name. They hate to admit that they miss being called Hare-ears, they found they'd give a lot just to be annoyed by her again. The sun dips into deep purples as the stars twinkle faintly in the sky. The weathers becoming colder, she notes that with distaste as they cross out from the tunnels and into the open space of camp.

Their clanmates begin to gather, and Brackenpaw spots Tigersting in her nest. There's that forlorn look, one soaked in grief… she hates it, they don't understand what it's like to lose a littermate but it's wrong to see her mourning like that. She doesn't really say much about it either, seeming to try and shouldering it but they assume it must be hard to lose her fathers then her sibling. Even if it's not all death it's loss all the same. With a huff she digs her fangs into her own nest, dragging it over towards the taller she-cat.

Without so much as a 'hi' they drag it as close to her's as possible. To the point where Brackenpaw's own nest overlapped into the moor-runners. "It's getting cold" they comment with a huff, holding onto any excuse to not address why they were actually moving to be next to her. In truth it's not unbearably cold yet, not enough to go seek out warmth in others, this is just the first thing she could think of. "It's selfish of you to have all that fur, Eye-sore" there's no bite behind the nickname, despite that inherently mean connotation. It had become a replacement for just saying her name, the same as it seems to be for Hare-ears.

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• ooc. Please wait for @TIGERSTING
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  Brackenpaw ✩ They/she, tunneler apprentice, 12 moons
  
  
  ⸙ A scowling, tiny calico who still needs to grow into her ears.
  ⸙ Mentored by Scorchstar | Formally mentored by Bluefrost.
  ⸙ Speech, thoughts, attacking.
  ⸙ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ( underline and tag when attacking ).
  ⸙ All opinions are IC only.
  penned by Juice.
  

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[TIGERSTING]

There is not anyone for Tigersting to toss herself into for comfort. As she nestles her tear-stained cheek into her brittle nest she imagines instead it is the mane of Wolfsong, that its his warm breath against her ears rather than a bitter gust of wind. Tigersting and her remaining family have been confronted with the unimaginable, again. There's no comfort from their fathers to be found. Rheumy eyes peek over the edge of the nest to stare forlornly at the muddle of Pinkshine and Featherspine, she's hardly let Featherspine out of her sightline if she can help it... she mustn't lose sight of him or else incapacitating anxiety racks her body. She can't bring herself to hover too close though, maybe her more outward grief may make matters worse.

So she shudders in her nest alone, fighting back more tears to prevent pain from flaring up in her eyes again- a task which proves to be one of the most difficult things she's done. Her paws flex in her torn nest as she stifles sobs and tries to breath willfully through her nose and out her maw in an effort to pacify the terrible grief. Tigersting, for once, does not try to repress her emotions from her clanmates... simply said, there's no energy to do so. When Tigersting hears the rasping sound of a nest being dragged across frost-bitten grass, she presses her head deeper into her nest. It's only when the grating sound is closer she raises her head, snapping it in the direction of the approaching feline.

Her amber-hued eyes, weepy and bloodshot, narrow upon seeing Brackenpaw. "I guess... it's cold," she mumbles, puzzled by the apprentice's own nest now overlapping with her own. There's no edginess in her voice, she's void of any desire to chase the apprentice away or toss a halfhearted insult at them. "Uh-huh."[/outline][/b][/color] Her chin juts out and she fixes Brackenpaw with a perplexed stare and then shrugs. Is this Brackenpaw reciprocating the kindness she paid to them following the badger attack? Tigersting knows so but doesn't tease the calico and instead flippantly gestures with a stained forepaw. "I won't tell you to leave." It's an invitation to please stay.

The tabby sets her chin down on her nest, raggedly sighs, "Thanks." The closeness to another individual quells her sobs, for now, and provides her with some distraction.

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MINE IS YOURS AND YOURS IS MINE 𓃮𖤓°⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 𓃬 THERE IS NO DIVIDE

• uh oh will someone tell bracken to go back to the other apprentices? (Ó_Ò)​
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  daughter of & sister to || moor-runner of WINDCLAN || 15 moons || she/her
  — chocolate tabby w/ low white, fiercely bright eyes
  — a reckless cat with an abrasive personality​

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