private I'm not running, running, running ⚜ Betonyfrost

[Duckshimmer]

*+:｡.｡ They aren't alone, within the confines of an enclosed warrior's den. Pairs of eyes flit towards them, glimmering briefly in the dark before flickering away, feigning disinterest. Duckshimmer notes to shuffling in nests, the too-heavy breathes from cats pretending to sleeps and finds herself impressed. How one cat can grab such a tight hold of everyone's attention, yet retain none of it at the same time...Duckshimmer, refocuses on Betonyfrost.

The chocolate torbie point is almost shocked by Betonyfrost's lack of struggle when she explains her woes to her...well, I guess they are friends, then, aren't they? Duckshimmer tucks her maw carefully between her paws, failing the fend off the smile on her face. She watched the other woman, face wrinkled from pressing a scowl to her tabby features for so many moons, look so...lost in the dark. When it comes to nightmares, Duckshimmer is a lousy comfort. With her kits, she just rubbed their heads and told them to pipe down, hugging them close until they stopped whimpering or she fell back asleep. She doubts any of that would work on Betonyfrost, although the idea of pulling the woman into a hug does amuse her.

"I'm not so sure" she meows softly after Betonyfrost attempts to wave off her discomfort with a snapping dismissal. "Being cold...it can be a terrible feeling. I detest it, personally." she recalls, then, her talks with Chilledstar - about love and warmth and the role that feeling cold serves. Periwinkle eyes soften with sympathy, not needing to count the moons to know how long Betonyfrost has laid cold in her nest. Suddenly, the eyes all around them feel like hanging icicles just waiting to drop.
She fights the urge to snap at them.

Instead, she meows, "You're scheduled to be on dawn patrol, correct?" eyes glimmering with mischief, she continues, "Tell you what, if I manage to get you to fall asleep and stay asleep, then you owe me a small favor. If I don't, well then, I'll take your spot in the dawn patrol - sound fair?" She grins, wondering how the stubborn woman would fare against a challenge. "You've got nothing to lose" she prompts.

*+:｡.｡ Updated 6/5/24

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  GENERAL:
  ⚜ Duckshimmer
  ⚜ DFAB— She/Her — Bisexual
  ⚜ 33 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
  ⚜ Mother to Singepaw, Swallowpaw and Sneezepaw
  ⚜ Shadowclan — Warrior
  
  
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ⚜Physically medium | mentally hard
  ⚜ Attack in bold #ffa98f
  injuries: None currently

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[betonyfrost]

Betonyfrost knows cold better than most. Others cannot look at her and ignore that fact—she wears her experience on the top of her head. Sharpshadow's snide voice rankles Betonyfrost more than she thought it would—maybe she was missing her ears. They fold now but, before she can find something to snap back, Duckshimmer speaks sympathy. She doesn't know how not to be surprised by it each time it happens; instinct bids her to lean away from this. Instead, she remains firm in her nest.

Betonyfrost doesn't say that she had mistook the cold for heat, that night. She doesn't recall how she pushed herself upright on stubborn, shaking limbs—the way confusion had crawled into her thoughts without her notice. (she doesn't say the loudest thought that, had that confusion prevailed over the stubborn need to stand and the wavering thought that none of this was right—had she not saved herself—ShadowClan would have found her only when the snow started to melt, right where she had been left.)

Instead, Betonyfrost's mouth curls at the corners—wry, "Certainly no one finds enjoyment in it."

Duckshimmer's proposal reignites some of that stagnating mistrust—she expects a bite somewhere. Her head tips and she doesn't say no, despite herself, "A small favor?" Betonyfrost's reedy voice echoes, soft in the quiet of the warrior's den. She doesn't say no, despite her instincts, "Perhaps I would indulge this with more information."​

shadowclan warrior | blue mackerel tabby | 34 moons | tags​