private How do you talk to a star ⸙ Scorchstar

[Brackenpaw]

The scent of herbs is bittersweet, they avoided the Medicine Cat den as much as they can in their lifespan. Only going a pawful of times as a kit and then as she grew older she would only stop by to visit friends kept in there. It seemed to run in the family, her own family avoiding the den like the plague. Was that because they also found the herbs bitter, did she learn it from her mother? Or was it because they were in here. Brackenpaw doubts that they're very impressed with her right now, a wayward child and unruly apprentice who risked their leaders life because she refused to do her due diligence and listen. Much less make sure there were no predators before storming off further down the tunnels. As they curl up in their nest, burying their nose against the wet moss she finds herself greatful to not be alone here. Aside from the medicine cats she had Scorchstar to rely on for company.

Truthfully she couldn't tell if she was thankful for that or not, a lingering phantom of guilt blankets her. Threatening to spill any prey she had previously eaten earlier that day, the tension was palpable. She can't tell if it's just from her or if it was also from her mentor, at least she hadn't died though. Scorchstar being here in the same den meant that they're healing, that nothing must have been too serious to take a life but would she really have been able to notice if so? The lives that she can remember Sunvar losing had been dramatic, be it a bloody stump or a vicious fight, would the new WindClan leaders be from subtle things?

Then again does a badger fight truly count as subtle? The younger calico lifts her head from where she had buried it, up until now working very hard to avoid Scorchstar's gaze if she ever felt it near them. She clears her throat, pinprick claws digging into her bedding out of anxiety. Tail bristling at the thought of the stilted conversation she was about to bring up, they couldn't just sit in silence foever. They'd rather want to know now if Scorchstar wanted to reassign her or keep her at a tails length away. "Are you... Doing okay?" They ask timidly, feeling nervous is an unknown feeling. Especially when within the face of authority, nerves always boiled into a rebellious anger but that had what lead them to this situation to begin with.

"I'm sorry" They grumble, words turning to hard clay in her throat and she feels the need to clear it again. Wounds at the back of her head burn, weeping with a fury that she herself can't bring herself to do. Even if they feel guilt so ravenous it threatens to swallow them whole. "I should have listened" It's nothing that Scorchstar doesn't already know but it's a start they suppose, an attempt to make some kind of amends.

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• ooc. This is so severely back written @SCORCHSTAR
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  Brackenpaw ✩ They/she, tunneler apprentice, 12 moons
  
  
  ⸙ A scowling, tiny calico who still needs to grow into her ears.
  ⸙ Mentored by Scorchstar | Formally mentored by Bluefrost.
  ⸙ Speech, thoughts, attacking.
  ⸙ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ( underline and tag when attacking ).
  ⸙ All opinions are IC only.
  penned by Juice.
  

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[SCORCHSTAR]

༄༄ The nest she lies in is nowhere near as comfortable as her own nest—tucked beneath the earth, protected from sunlight, curved into its familiar shape by her own body—but it does its job well enough. Her body heals, slowly but gradually, and Cottonsprig has confirmed that she will not remain in one space for too long. Or, perhaps, Scorchstar has convinced the healer well enough that she will not be kept from her duties. For now, though, she will gladly rest—and does so, until the sound of someone clearing their throat draws her attention. The leader lifts her head from where it had been resting against her tail, blinking to clear her sleep-dulled vision.

Brackenpaw sounds uncertain as they ask whether she is doing okay, but the leader shoots them a dull glance. She holds it for a long moment, golden eyes boring into the younger cat's fur. "I am fine," she responds. Her tone is flat, because truly, did they expect her to say anything different—to admit weakness, even to the apprentice who had been there to witness her injuries? Her flank aches, itches as it heals, but the skin is closing up all the same. It will likely leave a scar, but what's another scar among many?

Brackenpaw says that they are sorry, prompting a tilt of the leader's head. "I accept your apology. Will you listen to me next time?" Her goal is not to rub the apprentice's nose in it—even the most experienced of tunnelers make mistakes from time to time. Besides, Brackenpaw is hardheaded and independent, both traits that could be wielded to WindClan's advantage in the future. "At least you understand now why you should pay attention to what I say, I would hope." She raises a scarred eyebrow, but she does not intend to scold the apprentice. She appreciates Brackenpaw's independence, but it is important that the stubborn girl also understands why she should do as she is told.

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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[Brackenpaw]

This is a mistake, it's the first thought that enters their mind as golden eyes dig into calico fur. Scorchstar has always been intimidating, Brackenpaw attests that it's the body count under her claws that aids it. She didn't know what she expected the leader to say in response to her question, though she grew flustered in embarassment all the same. Citrine gaze is adverted to take interest at the moss clustered in her nest rather than subject herself to be stared at by the older calico once again. A stray claw plucks at the stringy substance, no where near as comfortable as her own nest but it will have to do. "That's... Good, I'm glad you're fine" she winces at how stunted her words sound. This is so awkward, they would persist though, it's something that they need to do even if it's like pulling fangs or claws.

They had expected some kind of pushback, some kind of lecture or belittlement as a response. Scorchstar is a surprise, they simply accept it like it's no big deal. Like it's not her fault that they have a new scar to add to her collection, they struggle with forgiving themself for it so why should she? "Yeah, I will, sorry" she nods solemnly. Forcing themself to keep their eyes on the older cat, if they were going to apologise then the apprentice should at least keep their gaze on her. Tail draped lazily over the nest she squinted at the tunneler, unsure of what she should really say next. They're just so... mad, yet their anger which they brandish with such vigor can be blinding. Because of that it is aimed at the wrong individuals.

"You still.... Want to mentor me after that?" She blinks in surprise, it sure seemed that way. Scorchstar is the leader, Brackenpaw could be given to anyone else if they so desired. Yet she talks about why she should pay attention in the future. They try to scrub the blatant surprise from her expression and yet fail to do so, widened eyes keeping their gaze on a calico pelt. There is embarassment there, to admit her faults at this time. If they were going to be humbled in such a way then really they should just get it all over with.

"Could you... Explain what to do to be careful of cave in's again next time?" They remember bristling past her at that, snapping at anyone around them. They still believe that they know all that could be explained about the topic. That much hasn't changed as she is still that rebellious and hotheaded kid underneath this spotlight. Everyone makes mistakes though and it wouldn't hurt to have a refresher, she tries to justify that within herself at least.

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• ooc.
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• 
  Brackenpaw ✩ They/she, tunneler apprentice, 12 moons
  
  
  ⸙ A scowling, tiny calico who still needs to grow into her ears.
  ⸙ Mentored by Scorchstar | Formally mentored by Bluefrost.
  ⸙ Speech, thoughts, attacking.
  ⸙ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ( underline and tag when attacking ).
  ⸙ All opinions are IC only.
  penned by Juice.
  

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