private HEART OF GLASS ⭃ tc exiles / reflections & questions

[LITTLEPAW]

༻ ♥༺ There was something wonderfully serene in an obsession, especially one that was borne from a place of rage and hatred and disgust. The peace that it brought to Littlepaw's mind when she thinks of all the ways she and her family could kick Skyclaw's tail and send him flying into the void was what got Littlepaw through the worst of her lingering panic.

Late green-leaf rain pours from overhead, filling all the dips in the ground with thick, muddy water. It was impossible not to come across one, and eventually Littlepaw allows herself to bend down to take a peek at herself.

The cat that stares back at her is weary and miserable. Her nose is equal measures of crusted and runny from all the tears that seem to now stain the girls cheekbones. She looks…

pathetic. With a disdainful grimace, the apprentice leans back while wiping the back of her forepaw across her entire face, as though she could simply brush away her unseemly features. Littlepaw doesn't dare to take another look. The chimera is vaguely aware of the presence around her, though her honeyed hues are kept purposefully distant.

"W-we're getting our ho-home back…" the statement is hoarse as it spills from sore lips. "Are… a-are cats going to die?" The next sentence is a cracked whisper, her eyes falling into focus onto her forepaws. In the madness, it was a question that Littlepaw had been shielding herself from.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── IVE GOT SO MUCH HONEY ⋅ ✩ ⋅ THE BEES ENVY ME ──┐‎

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  LITTLEPAW ✩ she/her, apprentice of thunderclan, 6 moons.
  ⭃ powerfully built and dense-furred chocolate smoked she-cat with amber eyes and black ribboning stretching across her face, foreleg, and tail.
  ⭃ daughter of Roeflame && Burnstorm ࿏ sister to Beetlepaw && Dovepaw
  ⭃ 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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[leafhusk]

the lonerlands isn't for the faint of her. over a cycle ago, she wandered these lands in the dead of leafbare. a very stupid decision, but it was necessary. anything to keep her body from rotting in the metal dens of the shelter. now, her time here didn't feel any different— although she'd take the shelter over being six tail-lengths under. at the very least, she is more adapt at survival. hopefully, this is the last time she lives here.

rain pitter-patters overhead and she's never felt more homesick. the lack of a proper canopy causes the rain to cascade into their makeshift camp, round pools of mud sitting tantalizing in some corners. this is why she instructed her clanmates to eat prey as it's caught… their pile would've floated away by now. not to mention the way her thick fur now clings to her bones. she smooths a piece of chest tuft, but it simply curls back when she moves her head. whatever.

littlepaw… a timid, fearful apprentice. she had promise, unfortunately the start of her apprenticeship was unorthodox to say the least. also, whenever the girl spoke, leafhusk always found herself straining her ears to pick up what she was saying. like this very moment, her ears swivel to catch her hoarse tone.

this was something she also avoided thinking about. their options to take back thunderclan had only one bulletpoint, underline, and in bold. "only the ones that deserve it will die." she says, swallowing a lump in her throat.

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