- Jan 22, 2023
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it’s strange — since howlingstar’s announcement, she’d known it would be strange. riverclan’s medicine cat is an enigma to her ; some phantom thing, soft at the edges with fur pure as fallen snow, and like the layer of frost layering it she ails to disturb. she’s seen her only in passing, in glimpses at gatherings past, hovering near where the medics gather and freckleflame had never ventured too near them. it seems painful, that weight of starlight, and the tortoiseshell couldn’t find it in herself to disrupt whatever mysticism veils them from the rest of the forest-dwellers. moonbeam may as well have been a ghost, ethereal and lingering in moonlight where her fur catches in gleams of stardust, and the fact that she was so close . . made her a little sick.
ever since her days in too - big kitten paws, freckleflame had avoided the medicine den ; avoided berryheart, then gentlestorm in turn. she doesn’t speak of lichenpaw. a silent press of thin lids and she sends a prayer to the heavens as she nears ( she hopes they’d gone somewhere. maybe she’d know, if she didn’t hold herself so far from starlight to ask. ), breathes in a deep, calming breath of the pheasant hanging limp - necked in her teeth. without a moment to hesitate longer, freckleflame steps through the entrance, blinking against the cross-hatch lighting of gentlestorm’s den. amidst the bleary darkness, she can still pinpoint moonbeam’s bright fur, ” hi, sorry, i’m — i just, are, uh . . are you hungry? “ it was a bad start, stumbled so horribly through a mawful of red-ticked feathers that she has to momentarily close her eyes in embarrassment.
the smell of herbs and poultice is thick, though beneath is is a watery scent. brackish, like how she would expect the bottom of a pond to smell — which was ruder than she intended, and she couldn’t say that, so she just says, ” sorry it’s not a fish, i just don’t . . know how to do that. “ she says, stupidly, because no other clan than riverclan could fish . . not unless windclan and shadowclan were keeping big secrets. regardless, her heart ticks up again, tail lashing behind her with frantic energy. she has not dropped the pheasant yet, ” not that i wouldn’t want to or anything, i bet it’s really . . fuuun? it’s just . . all the fur . . “ for stars sake, why is she still going?
ever since her days in too - big kitten paws, freckleflame had avoided the medicine den ; avoided berryheart, then gentlestorm in turn. she doesn’t speak of lichenpaw. a silent press of thin lids and she sends a prayer to the heavens as she nears ( she hopes they’d gone somewhere. maybe she’d know, if she didn’t hold herself so far from starlight to ask. ), breathes in a deep, calming breath of the pheasant hanging limp - necked in her teeth. without a moment to hesitate longer, freckleflame steps through the entrance, blinking against the cross-hatch lighting of gentlestorm’s den. amidst the bleary darkness, she can still pinpoint moonbeam’s bright fur, ” hi, sorry, i’m — i just, are, uh . . are you hungry? “ it was a bad start, stumbled so horribly through a mawful of red-ticked feathers that she has to momentarily close her eyes in embarrassment.
the smell of herbs and poultice is thick, though beneath is is a watery scent. brackish, like how she would expect the bottom of a pond to smell — which was ruder than she intended, and she couldn’t say that, so she just says, ” sorry it’s not a fish, i just don’t . . know how to do that. “ she says, stupidly, because no other clan than riverclan could fish . . not unless windclan and shadowclan were keeping big secrets. regardless, her heart ticks up again, tail lashing behind her with frantic energy. she has not dropped the pheasant yet, ” not that i wouldn’t want to or anything, i bet it’s really . . fuuun? it’s just . . all the fur . . “ for stars sake, why is she still going?
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AND I AM A WITNESS WATCHING ITFRECKLEFLAME 𖦹 . LESBIAN, SINGLE. SMELLS LIKE SUN - WARMED OAK AND RICH, EARTHY MUSK. TWENTY MOONS OLD. FRIEND & SISTER TO MANY! NAMED A WARRIOR OF THUNDERCLAN ON 8 / 3 / 2023. MENTORING BRAVEPAW! PENNED BY ANTLERS
-----------------------------------------she / her, eldest daughter of rabbitnose and the late sunfreckle. big, fluffy cream - ribboned tortoiseshell with seaglass eyes. she is fire - forged, smoldering ; something bright and voracious, radiant as the blazes that once raged through her homeland. shades of vibrant russet, dousing swathes of shadow and interwoven with ribbons pale cream come to drape like licks of flame over her hulking form. a heft of roundness settles comfortably upon her form in adulthood, padding muscle hardened by her life in the forest and yet still partially concealed beneath a tangled thicket of undergrowth - laden pelt. warriorhood had brought her to full height ; kittypet lineage showing itself in glimpses of rotund paws and tufted, long - furred toes set upon thick, tabby - splotched limbs. she is broad shouldered and square - jawed, wild cheek fur like the blazing edges of a red sun — a mirrors image of her late father, sunfreckle, and just as warm.
