private HAPPY, UNHAPPY \ scorchstar

[BLUEFROST]

"Scorchstar." It had not been an easy feat, for Bluefrost to request audience with her leader. She'd had to leave the anxious, nibbling mouths of her kits; had had to nullify Thriftfeather's worries; had had to plead her way through the guards' suspicious eyes — and just when she'd been set on arriving at her sister's den, she'd taken a sharp turn. She hadn't waited for Scorchstar to invite her inside — there is no time.

She is still a prisoner in this camp, after all. The tortoiseshell leader has made that clear. Bluefrost lets her pleading green gaze meet one of ruthless amber; she feels her resolve slip away, even momentarily, as she approaches. "Please. I must speak with you. It is..."

Bluefrost feels her heart twist; she battles for breath, unable to get the words out upon first mutter. "Thriftfeather. Do not send him back — I implore you. He was their deputy, and they most likely want him dead... He left to help me with the kits. He never looked back. He just wanted to make sure our kits were safe..." She is rambling, she knows; she struggles to grasp some composure wherever she can find it.

"He would never harm this Clan. His kits are growing up here — and I am here, and he..." Her lower lip trembles. Her mother's never had, not even in the face of gruesome authority. But she cannot draw from Sootstar's well here. This is unprecedented ground, and Bluefrost must navigate it herself: "He loves me."

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

• ooc: @SCORCHSTAR
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• Bluekit . Bluepaw . Bluefrost, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 22 moons old, ages realistically on the 14th.
  — mentored by Sootstar ; mentoring Brackenpaw ; previously mentored n/a.
  — windclan queen. sootstar x weaselclaw, gen 2.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh blue smoke she-cat with white and emerald eyes. aloof, dignified, poised, haughty, composed, distant.
  
  

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[SCORCHSTAR]

༄༄ The call of their name draws the leader’s attention, but the voice it is spoken in only makes them pause without turning around. The calico takes a deep, steadying breath, and then turns to face the queen with a relentlessly blank expression. Where once a smile may have curled at the corners of her maw, now they are framed in stone—in ice. Bluefrost begins to plead Thriftfeather’s case immediately, and the leader fights the urge to curl her lip in disdain. Looking at her now, it is hard to believe that she was ever one of Sootstar’s brood. Ever-poised and ice-cold, Bluefrost has never appeared so shaken apart by the events unfolding around her.

He loves me, she claims as she finishes her speech, and it sounds petulant. A kit, clinging to some naïve optimism. It makes the leader’s lip curl; as if love has ever mattered to Sootstar’s followers. Nightingalecry lies dead thanks to her love. She does not take a stiff step forward as she wants to, but her leg still twitches with the movement. Bitterness coats her tongue. It tastes like crowfood; it tastes like blood. "What makes you think his love is any different from any other enemy’s hatred? If he loved you, he wouldn’t have left WindClan in the first place."

Rattleheart’s words return to her as her words hang in the air. I only hope that you will grant them pardon. For their sake, and for your own. The words had not been meant to guide her in this decision, certainly, but they ring with the same sentiment. Forgiveness. Second chances. It is not something that Scorchstar would have considered before speaking to her littermate again. What a soft thing she has become, since gaining nine lives and power over an entire clan.

Gold eyes narrow, dappled paws shifting so she stands only a tail-length away from the queen. She bares her teeth, even as she extends her rare mercy to a tom wholly undeserving of it. "I think you are a fool, to trust him. To have kits with him, knowing what he is. I do not trust him. The clan does not trust him. But know this: I will not send him to face DuskClan’s mercy, so long as he does not turn on his clan again." And when he does, she will do what she must. No matter how many kits he has within the camp’s gorse walls, no matter how Bluefrost loves him. She does not need to say such things to the former lead warrior, however; Bluefrost knows well enough what Scorchstreak had done to defend her clan. She knows what Scorchstar will do.

YOU KNOW I DESERVE IT ☽♰☾ WELL, TAKE IT OUT ON ME

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• SCORCHSTAR ⋆⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺⋆ she/they, leader of windclan, tunneler
  ༄ small, slim flame-streaked calico with fiery golden eyes. cold and closed-off, ferociously protective of her clanmates.
  ༄ mate to bluepool ; sibling to rattleheart & rabbitclaw
  ༄ mentor to bilberrypaw & brackenpaw ; previously mentored pinkshine
  ༄ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted, but may react aggressively
  ༄ penned by foxlore

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