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[Briarthorn]

.·:*¨༺🕷༻¨*:·. Since the mortifying incident where Applejaw had ended up with a mud-speckled face, Briarthorn had been trying to keep what distance she could. She could fool herself and say that it was simply for the sake of her dignity, use her slip-up as a scapegoat for the uneasy feelings that stirred in her chest whenever she was near the dappled molly. It was beginning to stress Briarthorn out, to be frank- the pinpricks along her spine.
Still, as she found herself walking alongside Ashenfall on a shared patrol, it was becoming a little difficult to not try and find something out- perhaps a piece of information that could untie the knots in the onyx warriors stomach. "So, you really used to dunk Applejaw into ponds?" Sharp hazel hues steady on the other as they would fall behind the rest of the patrol, her tone too flat for the question to be passed as light-hearted. Perhaps the imagery of plush tortoiseshell fur being sopping wet and laced with algae would be enough to shake the she-cats stare from Briarthorns mind. It was uncomfortable.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── ALL YOU HAVE IS YOUR FIRE ⋅ ࿏ ⋅ AND THE PLACE YOU NEED TO REACH ──┐‎

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  BRIARTHORN ꔫ she/her, warrior of shadowclan, 12 moons.
  ⭃ slender, lean-muscled black she-cat with sharp hazel eyes & large ears.
  ⭃ daughter of Forestshade && Vulturemask ࿏ sister to Screechpaw && Sweetpaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[ASHENFALL]

˚₊‧ ⛧ While watching the initial mud-spraying incident made Ashenfall only cringe and snicker in amusement, later ponderings of his sister's mutual gawking competition with their den-mate had him watching the two with a more focused level of scrutiny. Not that he was all that invested in Applejaw's social life nor cared who she stared at or didn't stare at... but a smaller part of him was... glad. The lost look she had in her eyes at the stone of Comfreypaw's grave was not one he wanted to cause again anytime soon.

Besides, he was tired of being Applejaw's only friend. Great Starclan.

He wondered idly if Briarthorn was going to say anything to him as they padded through the underbrush, the air staticky with perhaps her parsing through possible conversation starters. Her question—all too serious in tone despite the subject matter—makes his lip quirk, and he responds with a chirp, "Not quite. That was Skunktail that used to dunk Lilacfur into algae-ponds back in the day, or something. I have pushed her into many a puddle, though. Nothing crazy." Ashenfall was many things, but he was not a prank-stealer.

"Why do you ask? Did you want to try dunking her in a pond, 'cause if so... I'm in," He offered, glancing at her sideways. He suspected this was not the reason she was inquiring but enjoyed himself entertaining the thought of it.

YOULL ASK WHAT CAN I DO? ⭒☽⛧☾⭒ AND THERE WILL BE NO ANSWER

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  — ashenkit . ashenpaw . ashenfall
  — he/him. 16mo warrior of shadowclan. formerly mentored by smogmaw
  — smogmaw x halfshade. littermate to applejaw, swansong & garlicheart. older brother of thornpaw, halfpaw, and laurelpaw
  — a stout, longhaired blue torbie w/ pale blue and amber eyes
  — sarcastic, sharp-eyed, sulky, nostalgic, faithful, impulsive, candid, provocative, remorseful
  — "speech", thoughts
  — penned by eezy
  

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[Briarthorn]

.·:*¨༺🕷༻¨*:·.
Briarthorn feels her ears involuntarily tip back at the slight quirk in her clanmates maw. It was a totally normal thing to ask about.
The correction takes Briarthorn off guard, and her first instinct is to refute Ashenfalls claims with a stern no, i’m right. Luckily, the warrior holds her tongue for a few more moments, long enough to remember that the story had, in fact, not come from the others maw. In the heartbeats it would take Briarthorn to fact-check herself, her gaze subconsciously formed an incredulous squint towards Ashenfall in her brain’s absence.
She didn’t make mistakes like that, ever. The ebony warrior always knew what she was doing. Except, apparently, when feathery patchwork fur is being shoved in her face, staring at her.
"Whatever." Briarthorn finally breathes in reply, giving her peer only a shake of her head in response to if she’d want to conspire with him. "No. Is it a crime to want to know more about the cats I share a den with?" Deflection is a coping mechanism the warrior has rarely had to resort to, and as she turns away with a roll of her eyes, it feels like a weaklings way out of Ashenfalls question. "She seems like a clean freak. Thought it’d be ironic if it was true." Keeping her attention forward as the patrol comes to a slow, stretching out along the bend of a shallow pond. While her sentiment was meant as a poor last-ditch attempt to learn something unseemly about the molly, Briarthorn wonders if she should threaten him to keep his trap shut either way.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── ALL YOU HAVE IS YOUR FIRE ⋅ ࿏ ⋅ AND THE PLACE YOU NEED TO REACH ──┐‎

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  BRIARTHORN ꔫ she/her, warrior of shadowclan, 12 moons.
  ⭃ slender, lean-muscled black she-cat with sharp hazel eyes & large ears.
  ⭃ daughter of Forestshade && Vulturemask ࿏ sister to Screechpaw && Sweetpaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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