border Hello my old heart || Cat at the border

[Anwir]

What a cruel thing... love...
The sun is bright and warm on her perfectly groomed fur. She allows the warmth to radiate through her body, warming every inch of her. It'd been a long time since she was warm and full and loved - and hopefully today would make that feeling real again.
She stands on the border, knowing she got it right. She'd been pointed in the right direction, after all. Though it took her a few tries to fully wash out the mud and Shadow Clan scent, she was grateful to have had the chance to talk to clan cats. They told her where to find her children - one of her middle litters with only one decent looking kit if she recalled. The others were powerful, strong cats she liked to think she'd be proud of if she got to meet them again.
Unlike most cats she'd met before, she knew of the clans before running into them. She knew of their ways and she knew they kept secrets and powers and numbers. But most importantly, she reminded herself, they were a family. She'd messed up her old one. Perhaps she could start again. If not with her blood children, then her chosen ones as her ability to birth..... perhaps it was for the best. Her last litter had been lost. To the two legs or to the wilds, it didn't matter. If she secured a place in the clan, she and any future she could give would be safe.
She'd deliberated on wither or not to announce the fact that she was their mother when the clan cats inevitably saw her. She had not been... as good as she could've been to them. Should she say she wanted to try again? Would they let her? She tucks her tail around herself as a cool breeze came.
Her stomach growled at the wait, her head was more patient. The molly flicked an ear, casting the annoyance behind her. Her pelt - long and full and perfect as it was - had been drawn tight over her bones in the past few days. She had offered her pride to house-folk trashes in exchange for their scraps. It was not a deal easily fulfilled out here, and she wanted to lay eyes on her charge before leaving the clan territory. She hoped she wouldn't have too, though.
So she waited. Wind to her back, she scanned the landscape. She would not announce herself, though her body language was one of distress. Fur fluffed against the wind and in mild-fear for the kit, and for what her children might think.

♛ Hello my old heart

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  ANWIR ✦ AFAB. She/ Her. Rogue. Former showcat.
  ✧ . Long haired brown molly with low white and amber eyes.
  ✧ . NPC x NPC; Mother to Sorrelsong, Duskpool, Shadowfire, Smokefang, and Outlaw:
  ✧ . Mentored by NONE ;
  ✧ . Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted!
  ✧ . Penned by Keeekeeey ‣ @Milksoda on discord, feel free to dm for plots!
  ✧ . " Speech " ; Attack

 

[Florabreeze]

Her thick fur was slowly starting to be a comfort again, it wasn't a star blessed thing yet. She's sure that she will be thanking it come Leafbare but for now the lead warrior was comfortable, which was nicer compared to how she felt in greenleaf. "So I'm thinking later today we can see how high you can climb" she chatters away softly to Jellypaw, attempting to not completely disturb the patrol here in attendance with her. She's never one to be completely quiet though, maybe that's why no noisy accessories are bestowed by her twolegs, she can make enough of a racket herself. Florabreeze pauses in her explanation of todays plans as the scent of something or rather someone unfamiliar carries in the wind. She shares a look with her apprentice, as if to silently say follow her lead, she presumes that Jellypaw is responsibile enough to listen.

The sight of a stranger at the border is not uncommon, the sight of a silent stranger is strange though. "Hello? Are you looking for SkyClan?" She calls out, friendly but slightly wary if only on account of just how quiet the brown molly is. She takes in her appearance, noticing the way that skin even with a layer of fluff seems to cling too taut against bone. Even if her first instinct is one of concern she remembers that there's more responsibility on her shoulders then when she used to wander by the borders to see new joiners.

"What brings you here?" She asks, still careful to maintain a friendly demeanor. Florabreeze doesn't want to scare anyone off, it would look terrible if every single cat she spoke with turned tail and ran away. Though maybe that's what the clan needs as the months get colder? She has no indication of being a kittypet so she assumes that she would be there full time, meaning she needs more prey. It's an unfair assessment, and as such she's quick to brush it off with a warm smile.

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  apprentice tag @jellypaw ♬
  

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  FLORABREEZE 𖧧 She/her || Daylight Lead Warrior of SkyClan || 36 moons
  ❥ A large black tabby maine coon with low white and bright green eyes, always wearing her mushroom print collar if she can.
  ❥ Mentored by Sorrelsong ／Mentoring Jellypaw & Sfogliatella
  ❥ “Speech”, thoughts, attacking
  ❥ Penned by Juice ⏐ouijeejuice on discord {open to being dmed for plots}
  

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[FIGFEATHER]

As if summoned, Figfeather appeared, seemingly alone. She hobbled to the border and brushed past Jellypaw to stand beside Florabreeze. The patient she-cat, who sat in silence, resembled the lead warrior at her shoulder but had amber eyes and no distinctive white patching on her face.

Figfeather refrained from tilting her head toward the trees. If she did, it would reveal @Daisypaw perched in the branches, waiting for her instructions in case the stranger proved dangerous. It was unlikely, but after months of torment from rogues, she had little trust for cats outside the clans. Just one cat showing its face could lead to many more, so she would always be on guard.

She waited in silent expectancy for the stranger to answer Florabreeze's inquiries, unaware that this was the she-cat Sorrelsong had told her about.

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[Anwir]

They appear from the trees like autumn leaves. She had been surprised all those moons ago when she learned of Sky Clan's unique hunting abilities, but seeing the cats - warriors she corrected herself - was something else. They look strong and proud, just how she thought they would. She allows herself to shrink a into herself as they approach.
" Hello, " She keeps her voice soft with a touch of awe. They were stunning in their power and confidence and full bellies. Sky Clan the first mentions and her eyes relax in practiced relief. She knew this was their territory, of course, but they didn't need to know that. She was simply another cat to them, a role she knew how to play well.
" Yes, I was - I-I was hoping to find you. I, well, my children are-, " She sighs, shaking her head and giving a warm chuckle. " I was separated from my children a while ago , Yoaki and Circe and Outlaw and- are, are they here? " She sniffs the air curiously, as if she would be able to smell them if they so happened to be nearby. Would she even be able to tell?
" I heard your.... " She pauses, making a show of looking for the word that she knew. " Clan..?Was the only one that accepts... what was it? Kitty-uhm, Kittypets? " Information gathered at the cost of a few scratches and the cleanliness of her pelt. She hopes it will come in handy - dealing with the clan that ate frogs was more then demeaning.

♛ Hello my old heart

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  ANWIR ✦ AFAB. She/ Her. Rogue. Former showcat.
  ✧ . Long haired brown molly with low white and amber eyes.
  ✧ . NPC x NPC; Mother to Sorrelsong, Duskpool, Shadowfire, Smokefang, and Outlaw:
  ✧ . Mentored by NONE ;
  ✧ . Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted!
  ✧ . Penned by Keeekeeey ‣ @Milksoda on discord, feel free to dm for plots!
  ✧ . " Speech " ; Attack

 

[Florabreeze]

She blinks slow, processing the information without a wavering smile though she wishes to drop it. She doesn't know of any tales about Sorrelsong's mother but the mention of her and... Of Yokai is enough to shake her for a brief moment. Then she blinks again and she's as bright as ever, acting as if nothing had diminished. Unsure of what she should say, unsure of what the relationship between the pair is there is hesitance before she decides to not say anything about that. "Cats take different names typically when joining us, I don't know of a... Yokai, Circe or Outlaw" it's a white lie, one she hopes that Figfeather doesn't point out.

She already feels horrible about disclosing about Doeblaze to one rogue, she wasn't going to make that same mistake again. Then she questions about the clan, her pelt itches in uncertainty. Florabreeze is a lead warrior now though, she remembers Silversmoke's advice, she has to lead by example. "We do, kittypets could join as full time warriors or as daylighters." With a flourish she gestures to the collar adorned to her throat "like myself." As she talks she fights the urge to glance to Figfeather for some kind of guidance, they're meant to be equals now so she can't just rely on the lead warrior next to her to do the work she should be expected to do.

"It's something you need to be serious about though, if you're thinking about joining." She assumes that's what the intention is, why else would this stranger ask? "You'd have two months to shadow a warrior here, to show that you're serious and... a good fit" She hides any suspicions she has behind a warm smile and a twinkling laugh. Biding her time to judge any reaction that the stranger is willing to give before she speaks again. "You'd need to meet our leader, she'd make that final call" with that she looks to the she-cat by her side, trying to assess if Figfeather agrees.

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  FLORABREEZE 𖧧 She/her || Daylight Lead Warrior of SkyClan || 37 moons
  ❥ A large black tabby maine coon with low white and bright green eyes, always wearing her mushroom print collar if she can.
  ❥ Mentored by Sorrelsong ／Mentoring Jellypaw & Sfogliatella
  ❥ “Speech”, thoughts, attacking
  ❥ Penned by Juice ⏐ouijeejuice on discord {open to being dmed for plots}
  

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[DUSKPOOL]

don't raise your voice . improve your argument .
︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

He recognized that voice anywhere—Duskpool cursed inwardly, emergin’ from the shadows with a low, guttural rumble, wooly plumage flickerin’ at the sight of his dam. She ain’t got a right to the term mother after the hell she put ‘em through while they’d been nothin’ more than kids tryin’ to learn to walk.

She looked the same as he remembered other than lookin’ older. It seemed the harsh realities of life didn’t do her too well, but Duskpool for once could barely gather enough empathy at the sight.

Since losing Sorrelsong, the old warrior had dived head-first into his duties with a bloodthirsty vengeance, but he ain’t ever ignored his family while he broke from the seams. He sure as hell ain’t explained why the two siblings avoided each other, or what happened that day they returned with a mile-wide gap between the two.

“Been awhile, Anwir.” His tone was a low, guttural rumble, giving nothing away but a deadpan drone. His molten copper hues narrowed, wooly plumage flickerin’ wonderin’ why the older molly wanted to join SkyClan of all things when she’d been doin’ just fine as a showcat.

@Foxglovepaw. ​

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thought speech​

 

[Anwir]

Awnir's sharp features softened at the news - or rather lack thereof - of her children finding a home here. She had been sure. But, she had never been one to trust cats she just met. It was likely that this cat joined (or was born? How long ago had her kits joined?) after their names had been changed and were genuine. There was also the possibility that this was a lie. She had weighed each option in her head, following along with the conversation, nodding and smiling when appropriate.
She laughs at the brown Maine coon's gesture towards her collar. It's not a practiced one, just something small, something genuine. A flair for the dramatic! Perhaps we could be friends! Though she didn't know the molly, there was an odd urge to trust her. She was cloaked in warm earth tones and mystic whites. She reminded Anwir of the ground right after leaf-bare, ripe with promises of plant growth and prosperity. Her voice was kind. It reminded her of her daughter. Her eyes were sharper than Circe's though, and she doubted this cat was as meek as Anwir's kin.
" I am serious, " She smiles, this one small almost vulnerable. Molly's word choice 'good fit' sticks with her, but she does not react visually. Years of having eyes trained on her every heartbeat have made it hard not to act friendly and warm. But was there a chance that she had seen through Anwir?
" I am more than ready to prove myself, I will be useful to your clan. " It's a promise and one she means. " I'm very good at de-escalating situations between cats. I'm very a quick learner, I know where to get good two-leg food if there's a shortage. I just want to be useful - I've had a life were things are handed to me. I want purpose - I want something to die for. "
She smiles, nodding as the other continues, then follows her gaze to the marmalade molly beside her. The brown molly looks at her as if asking for something. What? Guidance? Approval? Her leader perhaps?
Anwir allowed herself a blink and subtle head tilt in question. She didn't know what she expected when she thought of a 'leader'. The whole clan thing was, frankly, odd but many cats spoke of the clan leaders in a way that made them seem... larger than life. She had half assumed some large cat from her two-legs picture portal to be the leader - but what this marmalade warrior lacked in size, she made up for in awe. She seemed relatively untouched by this life she had, save for a leg and something heavy in her eyes. She seems strong, and a good leader. But if she was wrong... she didn't want to offend the cats here. Then again, not greeting cats of high renown was a quick way to land oneself in hot water.
" I'm good at sneaking, just not at hunting or fighting - but I don't eat all that much—maybe a mouse a day - I'm used to little amount of food. My two legs didn't feed me much. " She half-bragged, addressing the marmalade molly now. She refused to let the topic die, not until she'd decided on what to do. I didn't plan for this! Then, a thought.
" Ah! Apologies! I never introduced myself, I'm Anwir. " She laughed a bit, dispelling her anxieties. That was right! She had heard that their names usually signified something - status, age, something about them. This was based on rumors, though, so she didn't know exactly what to look for, or what she was supposed to hear for, but she just had to trust it would be easy enough to tell.
A rumble broke her from her thoughts. Her brows creased as she glanced around. The new cat that came was born of shadows and war. His history clung to him the same way his pelt clung to his body - messy and tired. This was what I thought they'd look like, as he drew closer, as those amber eyes drew closer, she made a mental note of his bone structure. It was sharper than she would've expected - similar to many-a-cat she'd competed against. Too bad there wasn't a contest for bone structure alone. It wasn't until he spoke her name that she started to understand. Even then, it took a second for her curiosity to melt into surprise.
Yokai. He had spoken her name as he knew it before she'd said it (had he even been in earshot when she did?). There were few out here that knew her, fewer that knew that name. The way he walked, with anger bubbling to the surface. He knew who she was. Her heart hurt looking at him. At those eyes. His father's eyes. She remembered his litter's sire with a small pang. No attachments , she reminded herself.
No attachments was a hard promise to keep when staring down one that she wronged by honoring it.
Her mouth opened and closed, opened and closed. Yokai, she wanted to call him, but the earth-colored one mentioned not knowing him by that name. She figured he wanted to change it after everything and so she did not refer to him that way.
" Son, " She landed on, her eyes wet. She fought not to shed any tears. " It has. I am- I am so sorry. " Her voice a careful coo. She pressed to the ground, leaning forward. She'd seen him do it to his litter mates once or twice. A silent apology. He had been more animated when he was younger. Time had whittled that light in her kit's eyes down considerably. She had a part in that.
" I came to ask for forgiveness. From you and your litter mates. " She kept her distance from him, unsure of his comfort level. " I wronged you. I hurt you. And I deserve whatever punishment you would want - " She paused, her chest in her throat. She shifted, glancing at the two other cats here. The sun felt cold now. Her shadow felt long, it painted her son's face a dark purple.
" I, " She sighed, feeling her bones settle. She knew the questions. The accusations. The truth. His truth. His siblings truths. " I-I understand what I did to you and your siblings. " She wanted to move this elsewhere, but she figured he would not want to be alone with her. So she continued. " It was- well, I don't want to... overshare in front of others, so I will keep it short. For, for your sake. Whether or not I join, I, we can talk about it, if you'd like- but - I traveled all this way to find you. Your brothers and sister. I wanted to make it up to you. To all of you....
And to help me from making the same mistake again, " Her voice is soft, genuine. She gazes up at her son, trying to let the light behind her shine on him. Her posture is bowed, respectful, and subservient to her son. She lays a soft paw over her belly, hoping.

♛ Hello my old heart

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  ANWIR ✦ AFAB. She/ Her. Rogue. Former showcat.
  ✧ . Long haired brown molly with low white and amber eyes.
  ✧ . NPC x NPC; Mother to Sorrelsong, Duskpool, Shadowfire, Smokefang, and Outlaw:
  ✧ . Mentored by NONE ;
  ✧ . Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted!
  ✧ . Penned by Keeekeeey ‣ @Milksoda on discord, feel free to dm for plots!
  ✧ . " Speech " ; Attack

 

[Florabreeze]

Duskpool's presence isn't surprise but she stiffens slightly all the same as if she hadn't noticed him, easier to play it off as that rather than the actual reasoning behind it. That initial shock melts into her usual friendly demeanor and she can only nod in greeting to the tom-cat. Finding it beneficial to have him temporarily lead the interaction this is... his mother? Anwir is her name, she has to admit that she gives all the right answers to why she should joining. Eager to prove herself but not to a point where the older she-cat looks reckless.

She seeks repentance, though this shouldn't be what she joins for. It's a lecture that she herself had received and it's one that she has seen been given many times before. "Anwir, if you want to join then you need to make sure the clan is your first priority. Your intentions can't be solely for kin" though she wouldn't rob that from her. From one estranged mother to another, she holds sympathy for the older she-cat's plight.

Would Sorrelsong want to see her? Outlawbite? Does Duskpool as he stands here want to even speak with her? No matter, this isn't her issue as much as she inserts herself into the situation. She gives Duskpool the time to answer to her explanation if he would like, not wanting to be rude. This is a sensitive topic, she assumes, so it must be handled delicately. With a curl of her tail she nods to herself, this would be up to Orangestar to decide. Anwir is polite enough to not give the maine coon any reason to hold hesitation other than personal reasons.

"You can come speak to Orangestar, it would be up to her to decide. You're welcome to come with us to camp though" she spares Duskpool and Figfeather each one more look. A silent invitation for an objection, if one was given then she would turn to show Anwir the way to camp.

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  FLORABREEZE 𖧧 She/her || Daylight Lead Warrior of SkyClan || 37 moons
  ❥ A large black tabby maine coon with low white and bright green eyes, always wearing her mushroom print collar if she can.
  ❥ Mentored by Sorrelsong ／Mentoring Jellypaw & Sfogliatella
  ❥ “Speech”, thoughts, attacking
  ❥ Penned by Juice ⏐ouijeejuice on discord {open to being dmed for plots}
  

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[DUSKPOOL]

the dog that weeps after it kills is no better than the dog that doesn't. my guilt will not purify me.​

His gaze narrowed, molten copper swirling with bubbling anger at the careful coo, masked behind a carefully laid air of difference as she pressed against the ground to apologize. He wanted to scoff because he damn well knew she ain’t gonna mean it. She had no right to be here and ask for forgiveness and Duskpool sure as hell ain’t gonna let her even a length from his grandkids if he could help it. She ain’t gonna poison ‘em like she did with her own damn kids.

No.

He already had one paw in the grave. He ain’t afraid to add another. Duskpool remained silent through her prolonged speech about wrongness, gut-churning with disgust and wilted anger. He ain’t mad about how she treated him, but how she treated the rest of his littermates and younger siblings.

“I ain’t the leader.” He responded deadpan, scarred features morphing to that of practiced deadpanness, molten copper watchin’ his so-called mother. “I ain’t gonna care if yer kin or not and sure as hell ain’t gonna care about the history we have, so join if ya want, it ain’t up for me to decide.” He rumbled like rolling thunder. “But if ya know what’s best for ya, I suggest ya stay away from them.” He added lowly, molten copper narrowin’. He wouldn’t take any chances with Anwir around Sorrelsong ( even if they were on bad terms because he’d been nothin’ but a damn fool ) and Outlawbite.

Let death rain over him, or give him a bit of peace—he was gettin’ tired of the drama.​

my bones are smoldering ✦ and my knuckles are bloody

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  release me from my promise to you. don't make me do this anymore. don't make me go on without you
  
  — unknown
• duskpool he/him
  ♡ a massive scarred obsidian-smoked ghost makeral tabby maine coon / norwegian forest mix w/ molten copper eyes and low-white
  ♡ warrior of skyclan
  ♡ sixty moons; ages on the 1st of every month
  ♡ speech thought attack
  ♡ peaceful + healing powerplay permitted
  
  
  penned by blueblossomtea​

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