private I HEAR THE ANGELS CRY ♡ falconheart

[Palefire]

A soft leafbare breeze blew through the camp as the sun rose in the cloudy sky. The air was sharp and biting, but not as cold as it had been the past few weeks. Thankfully, it seemed like the blizzard had passed, and the clan was beginning to recover. Most of the Thunderclanners who had been unfortunate enough to catch whitecough while performing their duties were mended, or well on their way. Palefire was grateful to be among those who had gotten over the illness quickly. Her symptoms had not been as bad as certain others; she recalled seeing Falconheart stumbling around the clearing, eyes glassy and body trembling, while he insisted that he was fine. She fought not to roll her eyes at the memory.

But he, too, seemed to be getting better every day. Though, she had to wonder how he was coping with everything, emotionally. His family had been put through the wringer the past few moons and she knew well enough how hard he could be on himself. She'd seen it, in those rare moments of calm, during Skyclaw's reign of terror. He'd been an odd sort of comfort for her at the time, knowing he was going through the same betrayal she was; perhaps she could be a shoulder for him to lean on now, if he wanted it.

The lynx-point snatched a small sparrow from the freshkill pile as she strode towards the warrior's den, where she saw the pale tabby resting outside. Her head bent to drop the bird at his paws as she reached him, a small smile twitching at the corners of her mouth. "I wanted to make sure you're getting enough to eat. You looked terrible the last time I saw you out here," she goaded with a teasing tone, though concern flickered in her gaze. The young warrior sat gracefully next to him, head cocked slightly as she allowed the silence to stretch betweent them for a moment. There was a lot she wanted to ask him; Was he okay? Was he worried about Squirrelpaw, or Flamestar? Was he excited for his little siblings to graduate? But she held her tongue, not wanting to overwhelm him. Instead she inquired softly, "How're you feeling?"

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• [ @FALCONHEART <3 slightly backwritten to a few weeks ago ]

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  PALEFIRE ♡ she / her, warrior of thunderclan, 22 moons
  ⭃ lh lilac lynx point w/ low white and striking blue eyes
  ⭃ single, crushing on no one // npc x npc
  ⭃ mentoring meadowpaw & ivorypaw // mentored by nightbird
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted // all opinions ic
  ⭃ underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by limerence ↛ @limericks. on discord, dm for plots

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[FALCONHEART]

𓍊𓋼 The weather is somewhat nice, at least for this time of year, and Falconheart finds himself wanting to bask in it. If only for a moment, there's peace in his life, and the tom settles near the warriors' den to relax. He hasn't been pushing himself nearly as hard on patrols since leaving Gentlestorm's den—something his mother is grateful for, no doubt—so he's quick to notice the she-cat's approach. "Hi, Palefire," he greets, eyes lifting to meet her own. Her comment on how he'd looked last time she saw him draws a wince out of the tom, and he shrugs sheepishly. After being kept bound in the medicine den for longer than expected, slipping in and out of lucidity as his condition worsened before it got better, Falconheart can confidently say that he doesn't plan on trying to hide any illnesses again. Pressing through his symptoms hadn't helped, and the clanmates who'd called him bird-brained for it were right in the end. He'd only made himself feel worse, and he'd still wound up confined to a nest until he was feeling well again. "It wasn't that bad. Nothing I can't handle. I'm feeling fine now."

He pauses, then amends, "Well… I guess I'm worried. Mostly about Bugpaw." When his sister becomes a warrior, she'll have to take care of herself. He won't be there to protect her, just like he hadn't been there to protect Sparrowpaw. If anything happens to Bugpaw… he'd never forgive himself, he knows that for sure. Returning to the present, though, he casts a smile at Palefire, appreciative of her effort to see if he's alright. "Thank you for checking up on me. I, uh, appreciate it. Really. Here, share with me, or… something." Stick around for a moment, he wants to say. But if the molly is busy, then there's no point in keeping her away from her duties, is there?

heaven knows 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 how hard i’ve tried

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• FALCONHEART ❯❯ he/him, thunderclan warrior
  ⭃ shorter than average cream tabby with white spotting. seems gloomy and has few friends, but is a hard worker and never neglects his duties.
  ⭃ son of flamestar and flycatcher ; brother to stormfeather, ravenblaze, bugchaser, sunbird, squirrelsong, sparrowpaw
  ⭃ mentoring littlepaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ⭃ penned by foxlore

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