pafp isn't it ironic don't you think // musing

[Periwinklebreeze.]

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

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periwinklebreeze ❀ 25 moons ❀ demi-boy ❀ windclan lead warrior ​

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The smell of sick permeates the den - a place that holds such terrible memories, for both himself and others. Somehow, this place has become windclans solution to illness - from the days that greencough had torn at his lngs too the days where he'd watched friend after friend succumb to yellowcough. A place to push them all aside, forget about them. It's a heartless thught, one he doesn't really mean, but he feels bitter, cooped up like this after finally acheiving freedom.

Despite the sun creeping lower in the sky, a sweltering heat he knows comes from his own body and not the den keeps him from grabbing what little rest he can. Instead, he turns attention to his denmates - two of his own kits now reside here with him, but it's not them who he speaks too. " A b-bit strange isn't it? t-to be th-the ones l-lying here now, " he says, voice raspy from coughing.

━ actions & " speech, " & 'thoughts/quotes' ━

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I ' V E - A L W A Y S - B E E N - R E A L - B A D - W I T H - C H A N G E

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// please wait for @SCORCHSTORM ; takes place at the badger sett

 

[SCORCHSTORM]

Scorchstorm's head lolls to face Periwinklebreeze when he rasps at her. She is not so far gone that she no longer recognizes him, but when she looks upon him, scar-shredded and weak-weary, she cannot help but envision him in more perfect health. They had stacked stones together when she was a kitten, and he was hardly more than an apprentice. She sometimes wishes to see things that way again — drunk on golden hour, childishly open to any possibility, heedless of the harsh ways of the world.

But that naivete has been beaten out of her now. She imagines Periwinklebreeze, shredded and near death. Had it been ShadowClan to wound him back then? RiverClan? She cannot recall, but the latter is the far more appealing answer. She imagines Roepaw's claws slicing ribbons into the faux-point tom; imagines him tumbling over the side of the gorge. But he is here with her. Scorchstorm blinks back into consciousness.

His musing draws a rasping huff from the mottled molly. It might have been a laugh, but the humor had been vampirically drawn out of it. "Yes," she agrees, rheumy eyes glazed as she imagines Rumblerain and Frostwind and Rattleheart all those moons before. Had they felt the same before as she does now? Worse? It must have been worse, with no lungwort to go around. Scorchstorm frowns, tucks a series of sputtering coughs into the crook of her arm. "I never... I never imagined it could come back. After all we went through."

After losing so many, in WindClan and beyond. After scaling highstones, after surviving avalanches, and navigating thick forest, and outpacing those damned dogs. The scar on the girl's muzzle burns with memory. "What an awful thing."

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄, 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐌 ✧

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• SCORCHSTORM —— warrior of windclan, mentored by sunstar & badgermoon . scorchstreak x badgermoon . littermate to rumblerain, frostwind, and luckypaw ✦ penned by meghan
  
  ✦ a broad-shouldered tortoiseshell with low white and dual-toned amber eyes. extremely loyal to sunstar and her family, and enjoys a deep connection to the moorlands
  ✦ demigirl / she they pronouns / lesbian / 16 moons & ages every 1st
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— will start fights / will not flee / may show mercy. fights honorably and with great ferocity. can tank a few hits, but is not the sturdiest cat in windclan. starts fights with the intention of finishing them permanently, but will not aim to maim or kill obviously young cats
  
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, all opinions are in character
  ✦ full biography — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  

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[Vulturepaw]

˖⁺‧₊ ☽◯☾ ₊‧⁺˖ 　Vulturepaw has nowhere else to be, no storied past spooling behind him for his mind to wander onto. He is too young to have known illness like this, nor anything so terrible. His mind slips, sometimes, to DuskClan, to the smell of sick sticking to their leader. He tries to keep his thoughts away from their.

He drifts in the darkness of the badger sett, unmoored. Confusion blurs his vision, the smoky form of Periwinklebreeze and the spotted pelt of Bilberrypaw his only anchors. He breathes shakily, and he curls himself into his nest.

His dad and a warrior speak to one another in rasping, wistful tones. Vulturepaw hardly has the strength to look over to them. Their words don't make any sense, and he is not sure if it is due to the illness or not. He feels like he's missing something... Is it something he's supposed to remember, or something he never knew? He wets his dry tongue. "What d-d-d... Um, what's thh-that mean?" A sluggish blink of rheumy eyes accompanies the question, a sniffle filling the silence between words.

THERE ARE FLOWERS GROWING ALL AROUND ⛧ A MASSIVE ANIMAL INSIDE OF ME‎

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  VULTUREPAW ⛧ he / they, apprentice of windclan, six moons.
  ⭃ a spiky-furred dark tabby with amber eyes.
  ⭃ skittish and dour, with a superstitious sort of pessimism.
  ⭃ micheal x npc, adopted by periwinklebreeze. sibling to dustpaw and bilberrypaw.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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