pafp GENESIS [☼] loitering

[ROEFLAME .]

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She was counting her sunrises. The day where she would have to say goodbye to her and Burnstorms shared nest within the warriors den and tuck herself within the Nursery’s burrow was fast approaching.
Of course, there was still those bolts of excitement that nipped at her paws whenever she remembered about their soon-to-come kittens. Yet, the idea of making such a big change couldn’t help but make the lead warrior uneasy, couldn’t help but make her pregnancy all so real.
While she hadn’t dared to look in the direction of the den before, this morning she simply could not take her eyes off of it. Howlingstar now knew thanks to her beloved, and while it was a relief to know she, in fact, was not a disgrace to her council, the cinnamon tabby would not be letting her mate live it down anytime soon, even if the whole thing made her more amused than annoyed.
Besides Howlingstar and Burnstorm, the news had yet to be announced, though Roeflame had nearly let it slip a pawful of times, such as when Sparkwing nearly bowled her and Toadhop over during the infamous scrap.
Before she knows it, Roeflame is looking into the dimmed entrance of the nursery, if only to take a peek into what her new life would be.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── SHE BLOWS OUTTA NOWHERE ⋅✴⋅ ROMAN CANDLE OF THE WILD ──┐‎

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  Pafp — @Flamewhisker
  
  

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  ROEFLAME ✩ she/her, Lead Warrior of Thunderclan, twenty-one moons.
  ⭃ petite cinnamon silver ticked tabby with murky green eyes & a small scar over her left eye.
  ⭃ mate to Burnstorm ☀ mentor to Foxpaw, Lightpaw
  ⭃ 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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[Flamestar]

The nursery.

She could remember the days she had stared out of the den's entrance, wishing to be out in the camp. Since before Yellowcough had began, she had spent her days often staring at it, wishing for what could be...imagining what their next kits would look like...what their names would be. It wasn't a strange thing for her to be caught staring longingly at the empty den...but it was strange to see another clanmate staring at it...especially Roeflame.

The Lead Warrior was always quick to patrol, to help out wherever, whenever. She had noticed the past couple days, the other she-cat was slightly more distant...even more so this morning. Flamewhisker had been grooming her pelt, watching the younger warrior from the corner of her eye. For the past few minutes, Roeflame had been staring at the nursery, almost as if it was going to grab her.

Or was it?

Her eyes widened slightly as she put the clues together. Is she? No...Maybe? Does Howlingstar know? Should I ask? The excitement and curiosity was too much to contain. She had known that come new leaf there was bound to be litters, but each new group of lives that were brought into the clan was something to be celebrated. Finally the anticipation was enough she couldn't suppress, and she found herself padding over to her fellow councilmate.

"I know that look." she mewed quietly as she sat down beside her. She lifted a front paw, and drew her tongue over it so their conversation wouldn't look too suspicious to the prying eye, but the wide smile on her maw wasn't hiding much. "How much longer?"
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★ don't need to save me

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  FLAMEWHISKER of THUNDERCLAN
  LH red tabby with low white (masks black tabby, carries dilute, solid)
  — Deputy of Thunderclan ; currently mentoring none
  — she/her ; mated with Flycatcher
  — mother to Stormfeather & Falconheart
  — 29 moons ; ages on the 20th
  — Smells like dirt, old leaves, tree sap, faint hint of flowers
  — will start a fight, will finish fights, will kill (case depending)
  — "speech" ; thoughts ; attacks
  — penned by Icey ! ; link to tags
  — link to toyhouse​

 

[freckleflame]

just like in most situations she ends up in, freckleflame hadn’t meant to overhear. the nursery was a familiar place ; many of her early moons had been spent visiting sunfreckle in the nursery while bringing up her youngest siblings, and so patching its walls had become a hard - earned habit. patching the walls meant she could chat her dads ear off or tumble around with emberpaw back when she was just emberkit. it should have come as no surprise when only moons ago, sunfreckle had mentioned grandkits but honestly? the mere indication was enough to send her head spinning. kits? well, they were old enough now, weren’t they? freckleflame could never birth a litter herself but she was certainly old enough, and.. so we’re her friends. the cats she grew up with were probably having their own conversations with their own families ( well.. those of them that had them ).

so why did it still seem so.. crazy? why did she drop the bundle of twigs she’d been holding in her jaws to gape at where flamewhisker stands only tail - lengths away, giving out roeflame’s business like it was plain as the weather. after clearing her throat, a poor cover - up for her eavesdropping, the girl lets out a nervous laugh, ” brave claim, flamewhisker. iii think she’s just takin’ advantage of the good huntin’ lately. “ not that she’d blame her. she grins, aiming to bonk the small molly in the flank with her tail because actually, roeflame was looking a little.. firm today, she guessed. was that the word? round, but only kind of. freckleflame didn’t know a thing if she didn’t know what it felt like to eat a mouse too quick or too eagerly, she got swollen up like a tick faster than you could blink an eye. newleaf was beginning to creep in, slow and sure. maybe the tabby had just been able to eat a second meal, even. maybe, maybe, maybe.

the thought sticks, though, and the question had already been voiced. her eyebrow quirks, good - natured but curious. what, is she gonna say it’s true? no way burnstorm’s gonna be a dad. would she be visiting her in the nursery soon, too?

𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝙼𝙴 𝚂𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙴 -`☀︎´- 𝘗𝘓𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘌 𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘠 𝘍𝘖𝘙 𝘈 𝘞𝘏𝘐𝘓𝘌 𝘕𝘖𝘞

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  FRECKLEFLAME 𖦹 . LESBIAN, SINGLE. SMELLS LIKE SUN - WARMED OAK AND RICH, EARTHY MUSK. EIGHTEEN MOONS OLD. FRIEND & SISTER TO MANY! NAMED A WARRIOR OF THUNDERCLAN ON 8 / 3 / 2023. MENTORING COUGARPAW! PENNED BY ANTLERS --------------------------------------------
  
  f. she / her, daughter of sunfreckle and rabbitnose. large, fluffy cream - ribboned tortoiseshell with seaglass eyes. larger than life! each and every part of her is broad ; wide in everything from her face to shoulders to her feathered tail, something reminiscent of her father’s kittypet heritage in the square of her chin and hulk of her figure. she appears illusionarily fluff - ridden at first, thickly pelted in shades of fire and soot, long & tangled, knotted with undergrowth — seeming soft and pudgy, and she is.. that figure curving into hard, hidden bulk along heavyset flanks and well - muscled limbs. a characteristic lack of personal space leads her to a slouching, touchy posture, often inclined to lean or bump against her peers.
  

  prone to bouts of explosive emotion. all opinions are solely in - character and during these times, often untrue or said only in anger.

  
  

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[TOADHOP]

Padding over, Toadhop thinks little of his sister’s location as he approaches, only glad that he’s able to catch his sister in a lulling moment between whatever duties Roeflame may need to helm in her rank. The tom rarely nears the nursery himself these days — having grown out of his already shortened time in his former sleeping grounds the moment he’d become an apprentice, the only other reason he’d have to be over here is to aid in repairs, to bring meals to the clan’s queens and kits when asked. He figures she’s assessing the den for any wear and tear, and opts to go over to lend a paw.

Flamewhisker’s words hit his ears as he approaches and cerulean eyes blink in confusion. “ What look? “ he questions, making his presence known to the deputy and the lead warrior, to Freckleflame too. He, of course, has no idea what look the ginger molly could be talking about — has no frame of experience compared to what the trio may have — so only worry arises as his gaze shifts to look toward Roeflame. “ Is… something wrong? “

Is the nursery okay? Is his sister? Stars, he hopes Roeflame hasn’t come down with sickness again. Should he get Burnstorm? Gentlestorm? Blue gaze darts to Freckleflame at her words, an exchange that only makes him more confused. The hunting has been getting better lately, but… what does that have to do with anything? ​

✦ ABOUT

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  TOADKIT ‣ TOADPAW ‣ TOADHOP
  ── Warrior of ThunderClan
  
  ── Cinderfrost x Grime
  ── AMAB; He/Him
  ── A brown tabby and white tom with blue eyes.
  ── Mentored by Stonepool
  ── "Speech"; Attack​

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[ROEFLAME .]

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Her trance stemming from the emptied den is shattered when Flamewhisker catches her, coming to the tabby’s side with a knowing gaze.
Roeflame almost jumps, turning to look at her deputy as though she had been caught in a monsters light.
How long? She asks, innocently, quietly.
”Oh! Uh- Roeflame falters for a moment, just as Freckleflame clears her throat from nearby.
Celadon optics turn to her brindled friend as she too is caught- only her crime is eavesdropping.
Theres a bump on her shoulder as Freckleflame offers her an out of this foreign situation.
Whats the right way to reply here?
Aye! You calling me fat? The lead warrior quips in return, scrunching her features in faux-offense while she would aim to bump a playful forepaw against her friends temple.
Is…something wrong?
Turning to meet the nervous cerulean gaze of her brother, Roeflame finally gives in with a sigh, reaching her forepaw to her brothers for only a moment with a light laugh and shake of her head.

”Stars! No… no everything’s fine!” She reassures with an equally nervous smile. ”I’m just… due to move in soon, that’s all.”
There. It was out there, now her friends and family would know. Anxiously, her optics flicker from the three faces in front of her, anticipating their reactions.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── SHE BLOWS OUTTA NOWHERE ⋅✴⋅ ROMAN CANDLE OF THE WILD ──┐‎

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  ROEFLAME ✩ she/her, Lead Warrior of Thunderclan, twenty-one moons.
  ⭃ petite cinnamon silver ticked tabby with murky green eyes & a small scar over her left eye.
  ⭃ mate to Burnstorm ☀ mentor to Foxpaw, Lightpaw
  ⭃ 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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[Martenmask]

Kitten season was coming, and Martenmask was rather excited. Not because he had any children of his own to look forward to - despite what he considered to be his good looks and charming personality, he was almost offensively single - but because he liked kits. Kittens were generally the only people who shared his relentless curiosity about things others often found mundane, and he'd spent many a happy afternoon racing beetles, cloudgazing, answering questions about life as a kittypet, enduring attacks on his fluffy tail, or debating the nuances of mossball. Moreover, kittens were good for the Clan - and despite (or perhaps because of) his background, he was deeply pleased by anything that helped ThunderClan.

Roeflame was headed to the nursery soon, it seemed, and the chocolate-and-white tom gave a rumbling purr as he trotted over. "Congratulations!" the Ragdoll said, attempting to bump his shoulder against the lead warrior's. Questions swam in his brain, and he couldn't decide which direction he wanted to pursue first. What were her symptoms? Did Burnstorm know? Had they been expecting to have kits, or was it a surprise? What did she want to name them, when they were born? How would she feel about having to step away from her duties as a lead warrior for a time? Oh, that's a good one. "How're you feeling? Nervous? Happy, I hope? These are your first, right?"​

 

[freckleflame]

due to move in soon. the she-cat confirms it as freckleflame is giggling at her offense, bapping a paw at her poke, and it is as if she is abruptly frozen. eyes blowing wide, ears inclining forward as if it would help her hear words already said. due to move in soon.. ” nah, youre joking. you — you’re kidding! “ with each word her voice lifts in crescendo, each syllable growing more excited than the last until finally — she releases a short, bursting shriek, dancing on tapping toes for a second before burying her muzzle into her chest to stifle her own scree of joy. roeflame was with kits. roeflame was going to be a mother!

the tortoiseshell aims to bump her forehead against the side of her face encouragingly, tail flicking a steady back - forth behind her. what would the kits look like? would they be little roeflames, little burnstorms? she imagines, briefly, a slate black she - kitten with her mothers brilliant green eyes, and suddenly — she is struck with the image of a small little wolf. her chest felt as if it could burst for her dear friends, and the growing family they had, ” i’m sooo happy for you, i can’t — believe this. eeeek! “ and again, a little burst of glee, bouncing on the pads of her paws before tossing her head over her shoulder to scan wildly for burnstorm. she would track him down and congratulate him too whether she had to pull him back from patrol by the ear to do it. martenmask approaches with congratulations and she nods her head quick and enthusiastically along with his questions. nervous. freckleflame couldnt imagine, not that she would ever have to herself.

𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝙼𝙴 𝚂𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙴 -`☀︎´- 𝘗𝘓𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘌 𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘠 𝘍𝘖𝘙 𝘈 𝘞𝘏𝘐𝘓𝘌 𝘕𝘖𝘞

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  FRECKLEFLAME 𖦹 . LESBIAN, SINGLE. SMELLS LIKE SUN - WARMED OAK AND RICH, EARTHY MUSK. EIGHTEEN MOONS OLD. FRIEND & SISTER TO MANY! NAMED A WARRIOR OF THUNDERCLAN ON 8 / 3 / 2023. MENTORING COUGARPAW! PENNED BY ANTLERS --------------------------------------------
  
  f. she / her, daughter of sunfreckle and rabbitnose. large, fluffy cream - ribboned tortoiseshell with seaglass eyes. larger than life! each and every part of her is broad ; wide in everything from her face to shoulders to her feathered tail, something reminiscent of her father’s kittypet heritage in the square of her chin and hulk of her figure. she appears illusionarily fluff - ridden at first, thickly pelted in shades of fire and soot, long & tangled, knotted with undergrowth — seeming soft and pudgy, and she is.. that figure curving into hard, hidden bulk along heavyset flanks and well - muscled limbs. a characteristic lack of personal space leads her to a slouching, touchy posture, often inclined to lean or bump against her peers.
  

  prone to bouts of explosive emotion. all opinions are solely in - character and during these times, often untrue or said only in anger.

  
  

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[Lightflower]

Lightpaw had noticed her mentor being a bit more distant the past few days as well, being relatively lax on assigning her duties. She wasn't necessarily complaining. She sat grooming in a sun patch nearby and overheard some truly exciting news. Her ears swiveled sharply at the words I'm due to move in soon, that's all, She was conflicted though.

"Wait, does that mean I'll be taking my assessment with someone else?" she blurted, turning toward the group. "Ah, sorry, obviously I'm like, super excited for you," she added hastily.​

[ MAYBE THIS TIME I'LL WIN ]​

 

[TOADHOP]

Confusion only grows as Roeflame speaks, as his gaze moves from his adoptive sister to Freckleflame and Flamewhisker, before shifting down to the silvered paw against his. Everything’s fine, Roeflame insists. But —

“ Move in? “ Toadhop echoes with a blink, as if processing her words still, before wide eyes shift to the nursery, and then back to the lead warrior. “ Wait — Move in? “ There’s only one thing that could mean. And though he knows, Freckleflame’s excitement and Martenmask’s congratulations, confirm it.

Roeflame is going to be a mother. His sister’s going to have kits.

“ Oh! “ he says, moving to nudge the queen’s shoulder with his head, “ Roeflame — that’s… Congratulations! “

His sister’s going to be a mother… and he — he’s going to be an uncle. The realization nearly freezes him in place, the idea of his family being more than him and Roeflame in the near future, of kits with Burnstorm’s dark fur to call his kin. Would he be a good enough uncle for them? He doesn’t know, but a smile paints his face anyway, happy for the lead warrior and her growing family — for he knows she’ll be a good mother. ​

✦ ABOUT

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  TOADKIT ‣ TOADPAW ‣ TOADHOP
  ── Warrior of ThunderClan
  
  ── Cinderfrost x Grime
  ── AMAB; He/Him
  ── A brown tabby and white tom with blue eyes.
  ── Mentored by Stonepool
  ── "Speech"; Attack​

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