private It's a Femininomenon ❧ Orangestar

[Florabreeze]

There was a weariness to Florabreeze as she patrolled beside Orangestar, not because of the leader herself, she found it hard to be intimidated or concerned of anyone really. Rather it was a weariness of the forest around the pair, the last time they were part of the same patrol it had ended in tragedy. A short-lived one she guessed, accounting for the leader's multiple lives, but a tragedy nonetheless. This already felt like a stark difference though, the sun was high up and despite earlier rain that drizzle had subsided. It was baffling to her that the sky could look so blue after such a bleak morning.

This wasn't a border patrol either, did Florabreeze lead to the border of Twolegplace anyways? Of course she did, when entrusted to walk on autopilot she was always going to wander in that direction. This was a hunt though, another difference, she told herself that things are fine. “So I've heard rumours, that you're one of the best climbers in the clan” she prattled off with a chuckle as she hauled herself up to a branch sitting just below the one the she-cat accompanying her had claimed.

Actually the rumours were that she's the best, the addition of one of was just her own little spin on it. Something to stoke the fires of friendly competition with. Digging claws into the bark she craned her head from left to right, trying to catch a glimpse of prey that she couldn't scent. Instead, a refractured light burns her eye, with a meow of protest she squints and looks away. Glancing back she looks higher, to see a gaudy and metallic looking scrap batting against a branch across from the pair.

“Oh! This is a Twoleg thing” she speaks with confidence after staring at the pink object for a little too long. Of course it's a Twoleg thing, ribbons of streamers cling to those branches for dear life and balloons both popped and still standing entangled in between twigs. She'd seen these before, many times actually. “It's part of some weird Twoleg ritual, a lot of screaming happens” maybe if she spoke Twoleg then she would be able to tell if the screaming was a positive or negative thing, but she doesn't really understand how screaming could be anything but negative. "I kinda wanna go grab it" she muses out loud, looking up at Orangestar with a wide toothy grin.

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• FLORABREEZE 𖧧 She/her, Daylight Warrior of SkyClan, 35 moons (ages on the 12th)
  ❥ A large black tabby maine coon with low white and bright green eyes, always wearing her mushroom print collar if she can.
  ❥ Mentored by Sorrelsong ／Mentoring Jellypaw
  ❥ “Speech”, thoughts, attacking
  ❥ Penned by Juice ⏐ouijeejuice on discord {open to being dmed for plots}
  

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[Orangestar]

"I was, once." Orangestar affirms. She had scaled Tallpine's highest boughs once, merely a few branches short of its peak. She lacks the power now, the state of her leg often lingering at the forefront of her mind, her focus on anything but foresight as an apprentice tempered with age and experience. Still, she enjoys the activity. Orangestar parts her jaws to elaborate but Florabreeze's meow of protest startles her, stiffening with the expectation that something would leap at them. She follows the daylight warrior's gaze to a fluttering pink snake that shines in the wind.

Florabreeze's assertion earns a glance from the leader, sidelong and unsurprised, an unspoken duh lingering between them. Nothing from the forest was that shiny nor that vibrant, except maybe the first blooms of newleaf. She elaborates, and Orangestar's eyes narrow. A twoleg ritual? Lots of screaming? That sounds about standard; she's inclined to take the comment at face value for meeting her expectations of their strange, furless neighbours.

Orangestar is reminded sharply of the strange eggs they found along the border in newleaf, the shrill chirping of twoleg kits sometimes ringing in her ears though their weird scavenging ritual was long ago. She blinks, focusing on green eyes that look back at her as Florabreeze inches towards the snake.

"Don't get tangled." She warns. "I can't carry you back to camp on my own if you fall out of the tree, Florabreeze."

ooc ✧ 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘦

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• ORANGESTAR ✧ she/her, leader of skyclan | seven lives
  
  
  — "a scarred white-and-ginger she-cat with brown eyes."
  — (undisclosed) mate to slate ; mentoring ashpaw
  — speech is in #D2977D
  — tags | penned by mercibun, contact on discord for plots.
  
  
  
  

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[Florabreeze]

There’s an enthusiastic but curt nod given to the warning. “Of course, I’ll be careful” it’s easy to agree with the leader, she didn’t intend to fall out of the tree after all. Steady paws dig into the bark of the branch, she’s careful in her movements, methodical in a way that the daylight warrior normally isn’t. “I think you could do it, carry me I mean” the conversation spills from her lips easily, eyes narrowing in concentration as she fights to maintain that centre of gravity.

The glare of the metallic colour was not pleasant, a displeased groan escaping her maw as she reached the edge, crouching and wriggling before leaping across to the other branch. It’s sturdy enough to not bend under her weight but the jostling of movement from the branch gives her pause. With a nervous gulp she exhales shakily. “So have you ever tried to climb the Tallpine?” She questions again, it comes with ease as she climbs up the tree trunk. While she enjoyed climbing it had always felt daunting, maybe she wouldn’t feel that way if she was a smaller cat? She often wondered if it was easier for them.

Thankfully, she didn’t have a fear of heights. So climbing up to the next branch didn’t feel so bad. The strange Twoleg creations greet her, paw batting at the texture of the streamers. Fangs clasp against the string connecting the metallic object to the tree branch, it took a careful paw but she managed to untangle it just fine. This was probably the quietest she has ever been apart from when sleeping, even when she hunted to found a way to work around some form of chatter. The journey back across the branch is just as careful. The item she was carefully carrying smacked her as she landed back on her branch just below Orangestar.

Despite the small noise of surprise she is able to make it across fine and unharmed. A large paw holds that string down against the tree branch “Did you wanna touch it?” She tilts her head to gaze up at the leader, tail flicking in interest.

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• FLORABREEZE 𖧧 She/her, Daylight Warrior of SkyClan, 35 moons (ages on the 12th)
  ❥ A large black tabby maine coon with low white and bright green eyes, always wearing her mushroom print collar if she can.
  ❥ Mentored by Sorrelsong ／Mentoring Jellypaw
  ❥ “Speech”, thoughts, attacking
  ❥ Penned by Juice ⏐ouijeejuice on discord {open to being dmed for plots}
  

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