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[BLUEFROST]

Bluefrost vividly remembers the day she'd left the nursery. She'd been three moons old. Her pelt had been groomed meticulously by the wet nurse who'd cared for her litter — Kestrelsnap, she'd been called — and she'd been herded like sheep toward the Tallrock. Her mother had stood there, regal, her blue-smoked pelt adrift in the wind, her green eyes narrow with pride. And you made me your apprentice. She'd gone back only to pull moss from the nest she'd shared with her littermates so she could have something to craft a new one with, and she'd spent the rest of her life under the open skies.

Now, I return. Time is cyclical. Bluefrost grips the edge of her bed in her jaws and begins to tug it toward the gorse bush where kittens mewl, where milkscent is thick in the air. Her task is difficult; her belly gets in the way, swinging uncomfortably from side to side.

She needs help, but she does not know who to ask. Every step toward the den is laced with dread and frustration, and she can't help but think of Thriftfeather, waiting for her in the scrubland, a lizard dangling from his jaws.

I wish you could be here, helping me with this. Sorrow pierces her heart. She wants him to brush his thick golden fur against her flank and reassure her: I will visit you, I will bring you the best prey, I will tell you all the gossip, all the stories...

She glances toward the medicine cat's den, then back away. She will find no help there, either, she's sure.

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

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• Bluekit . Bluepaw . Bluefrost, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 17 moons old, ages realistically on the 14th.
  — mentored by Sootstar ; mentoring Brackenpaw ; previously mentored n/a.
  — windclan lead warrior and queen. sootstar x weaselclaw, gen 2.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh blue smoke she-cat with white and emerald eyes. aloof, dignified, poised, haughty, composed, distant.
  
  

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[PINKSHINE]

" Bluefrost! " She is hot on the trail — identifying a cat in need and rushing toward it, because that's how good of a WindClanner, and how good of a friend she was. Because it wasn't just any cat, it was Bluefrost, one of her best friends ever and a soon to be mother! How cool was that? " Lemme help! Lemme help! " she chirps. Without further notice, she'd use teeth to grasp at Bluefrost's nest, eyes gleaming, you can let go, silly! There was no need for her to act like she was all alone, in WindClan.

" Ju'th tell me where ya wanna pu'th it, kay? " she mews, tail forming a friendly hook - shape behind her. " N' if you nee' anyfin else... " her tongue is dry against moss and feathers, and she scrunches her nose, the taste of them way worse than the feel. She was gonna say a bunch of stuff about how she'll visit her every day and bring her the yummiest prey and tell her what she's missing in the tunnels while she's gone... but talking's kinda hard right now, so she'll save that for later! For now she just looks at Bluefrost with a waving tail and the friendliest smile she can muster through the nest.​

 

[brokenpaw ♠]

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There's an intruder. A loud one, scuffling paws alerting Brokenkit far before they broke through the entrance, an act only forgiven with food or the presence of a queen.

This one was not a queen, last Brokenkit had bothered to know at least. Honeysucklekit may have been more driven to know of their kin that obviously held no care for them, however he was content with the distance made.

"Dont belong. Here." He mewed simply through a narrowed gaze, his tail-tip lashing against the edge of his moss-laden nest in a show of irritation. Bluefrost carried with her the same material, but no bedding here needed to be replaced just yet, already freshly done the day before.

LOGIC - SUCCESS

No. That simply could not be- who had loved Bluefrost enough to place her here? Better yet, who among the Clan hated him enough? The distance was growing short- she's far too close- how would he tactfully avoid her now?

He doesn't correct himself after the conclusion had been made, standing firmly by it still, challenging her to stay.

♠ i swear to god, i did what i could ———— ♠ i practically begged you

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  Brokenkit
  —⊰⋅ kit of windclan | 5 months
  —⊰⋅ he/him
  —⊰⋅ mintshade x gracklestep
  "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  —⊰⋅ sh solid black tom with yellow eyes
  

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[FEATHERSPINE]

Time was cyclical indeed... though for Featherspine, it was that she followed Pinkshine into the nursery, yellow eyes slightly narrowed as they flicked across Bluefrost's form. Stars, she looked exhausted... was that truly what kits took out of you? Sapped all of your energy until you were flat, and could barely move yourself into the nursery? Perhaps there was a reason kittens had always discomfited Featherspine, then... if anyone might love her enough for that future, she would never want to see such tiredness written there.

Featherspine strode ahead of Pinkshine and Bluefrost, eyes flicking across the floor to ensure there was plenty of space to put the nest down in dutiful silence. As much as Bluefrost's past made him wary of her, she was a queen and his superior... to leave her to flounder now would be to sully his warrior name.

A horned ear flicked to the sound of a tiny mew, a standoffish kitten guarding the entrance with a lashing tail. Featherspine snorted, forever unable to bring herself to an appropriate level to talk to kittens. "T-Tough, this is where she's going." Whether Brokenkit wanted her here or not, it was a fact he would have to accept, among many other things regarding the general unfairness of life. And in truth, it was tough luck for Bluefrost too- he didn't imagine she would be particularly excited to be cooped up beneath a roof rather than the stars. ​

✦ penned by pin​

 

[Periwinklebreeze.]

LIKE A PICTURE IN A FRAME
WISH WE COULD'VE STAYED THE SAME ​

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periwinklebreeze ❀ 24 moons ❀ demi-boy ❀ windclan queen ​

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There's small amount of mixed feelings as the tom watches Bluefrost move into the nursery. There is, of course, that natural curiosity - who is the father? Had this been expected, planned? And then of course, is that rolling wave of fixed emotions that always comes with her presence - a tangled web of past and present and the reminder of his own flaws - bitter jealousy that had once reared his head in such a shameful way.

Still, she'd returned his child to him when he'd all but demanded it of her - even if the how of it had been a lie. He can't find he blames her for it however - is he not doing the very same now that he knows? Biting his cheek, feigning ignorance. But he can say none of this, voice none of his worries and emotions and thanks, instead only giving a quiet nod from where he rests, stammering out a tired " C-cong-gratulations, " she has more then enough helpful paws it seems, so instead he will simply keep out of the newest queens way while she adjusts.

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