private I’M CHANGIN’ MY TUNE ✧ orangestar

[SANGRIAPAW]

✧ The sun’s sunken and quickly-sinking-more position in the sky means that she’ll have to go home soon, but Sangriapaw finds herself reluctant to go home today… She’s managed to settle in right beside the white and orange leader, the both of them tucking into a particularly plump bird, and it’s surprisingly not even bad tasting in spite of all the feathers. It isn’t often that she partakes in any of SkyClan’s meals, finding her food at home to be much more balanced in flavor, but tonight is different. After the gathering, she’s been trying to… get to know her SkyClan side more, she guesses. And since she caught this bird herself earlier today, that makes it special, she thinks. But as she eats, the urge to make conversation rises along her spine in a single burst of excitement. A sudden thought, unbidden, strikes her. "I wonder what it’s like, out there. Past the forest, past the twolegplace, past everything…" The girl pauses, realization hitting her after a moment. Orangestar actually does know what it’s like, doesn’t she?

Suddenly sparkly-eyed, she turns her attention fully to the leader, ears swiveling forward with apparent interest. Figfeather had been to the mountains just like Orangestar, but the leader is a more prominent figure in the clan than the lead warrior. Plus, Figfeather has been weird lately, and Sangriapaw doesn’t want to keep bothering her. So the older she-cat is the victim of the apprentice’s curiosity now, and the torbie doesn’t even try to keep her tail from flickering excitedly to and fro. "You went on the journey, didn’t you? What was it like—for you, I mean? Did you get to see all the way to where the sun stays at night?" Wherever that may be, she supposes. It’s probably really cool anyway. Especially if Orangestr is the one telling her about it—she hadn’t just been there, but she’d led the entire thing for SkyClan!

✧ gliding down the rainbow

• ooc: @Orangestar
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  SANGRIAPAW ❯❯ she/her, daylight apprentice of skyclan
  ⭃ cinnamon torbie with white spotting and vibrant leaf-green eyes. bold, bright, and curious.
  ⭃ daughter of fantastream & figfeather ; sister to coffeepaw
  ⭃ mentored by johnnyflame
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ⭃ penned by foxlore

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[Orangestar]

Orangestar looks to Sangriapaw at the question, who practically vibrates with excitement, and blinks at the sudden attention. Her thoughts had been upon the bird they're sharing, a compliment sitting at the tip of her tongue for prey well caught, but the apprentice's sudden barrage of questions turn her mind back in time. It had been nearly three seasons, hadn't it? Sangriapaw certainly hadn't been alive. Cherrypaw- Cherryblossom, sorry- had been newly six moons when Blazestar had allowed her to attend.

"Not to where it stays. But we watched it drown, from atop the mountain where we found the lungwort." Orangestar meows between bites, tongue swiping across scarred jaws. Her eyes are faraway, squinting against the brilliant sight, a pool of water so vast that it makes the sky look like a puddle. The sky had been set aflame as the sun drowned, dipping below the horizon.

She sighs and refocuses upon the present, resigned to her fate of telling an evening story to Sangriapaw before the little torbie returns home for the night. Hopefully she wouldn't keep Fantastream up too late with her musings on the topic (or herself; Orangestar is pretty certain that Johnnyflame has a small skill assessment planned for the next day).

"What would you like to know?"

ooc ✧ 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘦

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  [ art by pin ]
• ORANGESTAR ✧ she/her, leader of skyclan | eight lives
  
  
  — "a scarred white-and-ginger she-cat with brown eyes."
  — single ; mentoring springpaw & ashpaw
  — speech is in #F18C47
  — tags | penned by mercibun, contact on discord for plots.
  
  
  
  

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[SANGRIAPAW]

✧ Orangestar doesn’t seem to be expecting her question, and Sangriapaw doesn’t even consider that the older she-cat might just want to enjoy the meal in peace and quiet. That isn’t an option when the torbie is around, anyway. But Orangestar answers her question, saying that she watched the sun drown. Quickly she blurts out, "The sun drowns?” She tips her head, pondering. “Maybe that’s why it goes out at night…" That would make sense, since the sun burns hot like fire, and water puts out fire. She knows that because once Hon and Dear started a fire and used water to put it out, and maybe the sun is made of the same fire even if twolegs didn’t start it. So if it drowned, then of course the fire would go out. She just doesn’t know how it would get on fire again after…

The leader captures her attention once more, pulling her from her curious thoughts. What does she want to know? What does she want to know? She wants to know everything, all of it, down to the very last detail! "I wanna know what kinda stuff you saw!" She continues on eagerly, hardly stopping to take a breath, "Was it fun? Was it scary? Were there monsters guarding the lungwort?" For the moment, the bird is abandoned entirely in favor of staring attentively at Orangestar once again.

✧ gliding down the rainbow

• ooc: —
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  SANGRIAPAW ❯❯ she/her, daylight apprentice of skyclan
  ⭃ cinnamon torbie with white spotting and vibrant leaf-green eyes. bold, bright, and curious.
  ⭃ daughter of fantastream & figfeather ; sister to coffeepaw
  ⭃ mentored by johnnyflame
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ⭃ penned by foxlore

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