- Jan 27, 2023
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"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."
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."
- 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.sootstarxweaselclaw, gen 2.
— penned by Marquette.
lh blue smoke she-cat with white and emerald eyes. aloof, dignified, poised, haughty, composed, distant.