I don't wanna hear and I don't wanna sing | Fig

[Sorrelsong?]

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Just outside the leader's den, the molly waits. She knows Figfeather will be here soon. She knows it. And she is right.

"Do you think I should've been made lead warrior? Do you think.... I did the right thing?" She knew the answer already. Shame tinged her pelt as much as the pine-scent of the forest. Not for long, though. She was sure now.

Why did she search the golden tabby's face for reassurance then? Some ghost of friendship she thought they might have? Yes! You're a capable warrior, honest and true. You told her what she needed to know - she'll apologuise to you soon enough. Everyone will see you're right. Those were the words that would come to the molly's mouth right? Or maybe something more like I don't know - but I do think you're right. I was just to afraid of her to say anything. Eyes snap close with a hiss when the answer is not as expected. As planned. As deserved.

"How? How can you say that?!" A stab to the ribs - cracking them. Embedding pieces of bone into her organs. She gasps. Wounded. Crying. "How can you say that? Don't you see? Can't you - " What started as a plea devolves. Anger. Hatred. Of course. Of course, of course, of course. Figfeather was just like the rest of them. I thought you better then that. Another one of her loyal slaves. She if she cares when you know about a murderer. See if she cares when we are dying.

"Can't you see how manipulative she is? Can't you see the truth? I thought- I thought you were better then this, Figfeather! I thought-" She struggles, her wounds deep but healing with each word. Her voice juts down. Her claws ache to find home in flesh. With each pant she digs each bone shard out of her chest. Holding them in her fist. It is not justice that compels her now, but something more akin to love.

"I thought you would make a good leader. Good thing "Figstar's" name will never touch my lips. Good thing you're not a deputy. You wouldn't know what to do with all that power! Oh! Oh! Maybe pardon more killers! How great! Sky Clan can be the home of killers and kittypets! "​

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— A chocolate point tabby molly with icy blue eyes and a slightly uneven pelt. She has small scars on her back, her shoulders and a slightly crocked tail.
— 71 moons old; ages the 1st of every month
— aro/ace. ; currently not looking
— child of NPC and ANWIR :: sibling to Duskpool, Shadowfire and Smokefang
— Mentoring Mercurypaw and Plumpaw && Mentored Flora
— loyal to Flora
— hates Orangestar, Kite and Duskpool
— "speech", thoughts, attacking
— peaceful powerplay allowed; all opinions IC! <3

OOC// @FIGFEATHER

 

[FIGFEATHER]

Completed with the council meeting, Figfeather walks out of the den with her mind racing. 'A prophecy… A path of blood. A path of peace…' She shivers, grateful that it sounded like SkyClan had a choice in this matter. Still, she fears accidentally drifting down the wrong path. She was no leader nor medicine cat, though, she had to trust them and have faith in StarClan's word. With some luck everything will turn out alright.

Or… maybe not.

Sorrelsong stops her, pulls her aside. Immediately asks her for assurance, if she should be a lead warrior, if she did the right thing. She cringes. "Sorrelsong-" Her mind races for a way to let her down lightly but she stops herself. If her fellow lead warrior wanted her honest opinion then she'd give it.

"No." Letting the truth out can lift a heavy weight off ones shoulders, she feels better already. "You're brash, you make senseless accusations and you're ungrateful for the rank Orangestar has bestowed upon you." Her brows furrow as she becomes angry again, "I mean—speaking your truth to Orangestar is one thing but… Orangeblossom…? …Really? Telling her to step down? Who—who do you think you are?!"

She looks at Sorrelsong with disgust. "How could you ever think even for a heartbeat I agree with you? Orangestar is my leader." StarClan approved and all. How could Sorrelsong even think to suggest such a thing?

She anticipated an argument, but Sorrelsong knows just where to push.

'Good thing you're not a deputy.' SMACK!

A sheathed paw slices through the air until it thwacks against the tabby's cheek. Figfeather releases a scathing hiss, "Get away from me, fox-heart!" Figfeather shoos the warrior away with a motion of her paw, "Who even are you anymore? Throw your nest out before you sleep tonight; the fleas must be crawling into your ears and turning your brain to crowfood." Good StarClan, what else could possibly be wrong with her?

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FIGFEATHER . ㅤBIOGRAPHY / TOYHOU.SE
✦ trans female (she / her) / pansexual, single
✦ 33 moons old / ages realistically, every 22nd of the month
✦ lead warrior of SkyClan
✦ Daisyflight x Raven / sire to Sangriaflight, Coffeesong
✦ mentoring Blizzard / mentored by Tallulahwing
✦ previously mentored Wolfpaw, Daisydrop, Oleanderpaw
✦ penned by ava / message av.a on discord for plots!

Figfeather is a bright yellow she-cat with golden tabby markings that swirl across her body. She has big, amber-orange eyes and angular ears. Prominent jowls dangle from her cheeks, rounding out the shape of her face. Her right hind leg is twisted, wrapped in a large, discolored, bumpy scar.