pafp Just hoping for a different refrain ⸙ Hiding

[Brackenpaw]

It had been a quiet day, emphasis on the had. Brackenpaw isn't really what she had done recently to earn her own personal flea but she has seemed to catch Tigersting's attention, or rather her ire. This unfortunately meant that there seemed to be an unspoken goal to bother the tunneler apprentice at whatever opportunity came her way. She thought that there would be a reprieve in this activity today as they lingered near the edges of camp, a lapse of duties usually meant that she would take the opportunity to hunt for bugs. It won't be long now until most of the bugs either disappear or go entirely underground so she tried to make the most of it while she can.

Unfortunately Tigersting must also have a reprieve in duties and has taken this opportunity to hunt the young calico down to prattle off about one thing or another. The tunneler apprentice wasn't really sure what the other was blathering about, she had started to learn the fortunate gift of tuning out those around them. With a sigh and a shake of their head they turn over yet another rock, finding a beetle with a particularly green and shiny outer shell, delicately they scoop the insect away from the stone. It was going all too well until a particularly shrill outcry from the warrior accompanying them caused them to jump and for the beetle to escape. "Can you not yell for one second?" they snap as she pushes the rock back in place.

It seems acknowledging Tigersting serves only to backfire for her, seeming to spark another life into whatever conversation she was participating in, the sole participant even. A dull thud is rhythmic in her head, the glare of the sun not helping in this moment. With a frustrated flick of her tail they turn on their paws and march straight to the nearest den she could see from her vantage point in camp. Their mind immediately jumped to the nursery, figuring that either Tigersting wouldn't want to be surrounded by hoardes of kits nor the parents who were present alongside them. Given how much she likes to harp on Brackenpaw for bending the geneoristy of WindClan she was hoping that she'd be so furious over the current denizens that she'd leave them alone.

They're quick in pace, picking up the bug wings that they have managed to find today and marching right towards the gorse bush that harboured the nursery. Figuring that she could play this off as giving gifts to the denizens within rather than the obvious fact that they were just trying to get Tigersting to stop following after her. "I'm not coming out unless you keep your voice down, eye-sore" they call over their shoulder with a huff as they trudge inside.

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• Brackenpaw
  ✩ they/she, tunneler apprentice of Windclan, 11 moons (ages on the 22nd)
  ⭃ a lithe and fragile looking calico that looks like they still need to grow into her ears
  ⭃ Speech, thoughts, attacking
  ⭃ NPC x NPC, mentored by Scorchstreak | Formally mentored by Bluefrost
  ⭃ easy to befriend other kits, gradually harder to befriend every rank after that
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Juice ↛ @/ouijeejuice on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  ⭃ All opinions are IC!! Bracken is a little hater
  

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[TIGERSTING]

Her ðir is ill, her father is at his side. Featherspine and Pinkshine are in the throws of love and Tigersting is rather ignorant about the doings of her other littermates. Well, except for Bearflight... he's just... dead. So Tigersting occupies her mind by maintaining her carefully arranged cheerfulness. She does not shirk her responsibilities or does not bite anyone's heads off.

The quietness that comes when there is nothing else to do is unbearable and causes her mind to churn with vivid images of Wolfsong's death... and others... but mostly his. Tigersting searches for respite from her overactive imagination. Loudness happens to be the most helpful at coaxing her mind to somewhere less dark, which most unfortunately (for everyone else) happens to be her voice above all others. What also distracts Tigersting is the sweet satisfaction of knowing Brackenpaw would like to listen to just about any other voice.

The chocolate tabby tiptoes behind Brackenpaw and prances forward with a shrill purr as a greeting. She stretches her neck forward to watch the calico flip rocks in a search for what Tigersting would presume to be their next snack. Weird. Tigersting does not give it much more thought before launching into a tirade about how Fernwing snubbed her of the biggest rabbit she'd ever been so lucky as to chase after. The topics switch hurriedly as Tigersting begins to (in greatly extraneous detail) describe how it feels to be chasing after an item of prey. "Hare-ears, I wasn't finished!" Brackenpaw's sudden movement surprises the young she-cat and she shoots upright, realizing she'd bee leaning against the calico so she could watch the strange bugs closer as she rambles.

"Come back!" Tigersting prances after Brackenpaw, long tail twisting in frustration. She gravitates back to what she knows to be true about Brackenpaw: they're the rudest. Paws immediately come to a stop as they realize Brackenpaw's destination is the nursery. "Oh. Now that's just low, Hare!" The she-cat stops right a tail length from the nursery. A white paw begins to tap a rhythmic beat as she stands there, quite stupidly. Tigersting refuses to go any further, not wanting to associate herself in any capacity with the traitors- and in turn their kits. "Come out," she whines, gesturing with her other paw. "I'll be quiet and we can look for bugs together."

MINE IS YOURS AND YOURS IS MINE 𓃮𖤓°⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 𓃬 THERE IS NO DIVIDE

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  daughter of SUNSTAR and WOLFSONG, moor-runner of WINDCLAN, 13 moons, she/her 𖤓𓃮

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[cottonsprig]

Cottonsprig cannot claim to know the adult children of her leader and mentor - not anymore, at least. In their youth she had fostered them with excitement and attention, acting as a sort of... older sister-esque figure, though they needn't one at all. But as soon as they became apprentices and for what felt like not long after, warriors, Cottonsprig hadn't attached herself firmly to their sides as staples in their lives. Featherspine always seemed more interested in Pinkshine, Rivewhisper always a loner. Tigersting was always the most personable of her litter, and even she slipped away from Cottonsprig - though to no fault of the tabby's.

Her jaw sets when she notices the two, one padding after the other and chattering away whilst the other seems to want an escape. Cottonsprig would prefer that everyone get along, however in truth she doesn't mind petty squabbles either. It keeps the air fresh with intrigue and curiosity. Brackenpaw must be seeking out their former mentor, Bluefrost - and Tigersting... seems unwilling to follow them to the nursery. Low, she calls it, and something churns in the medicine cat's gut as she tries to consider what is so repulsive about the nursery that holds Tigersting at a distance.

She need not think long. Cottonsprig looks at her soft, white paws, and tries to quiet the frustration and upset that burls in her stomach.

"Tigersting?" she calls to the she-cat, a short while after she's firmly quieted the internal upset she's endured. Cottonsprig stands to her paws and moves closer to the other, head tilted slightly, "Are you... bored? I can give you something to do - or Scorchstreak could, even, if you need work...?" Cottonsprig doesn't mention how odd it looks to chase another with unwanted advances, hoping she doesn't need to.

𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

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• ❥ MEDICINAL KNOWLEDGE
  ♥♥♡ WOUNDS ; can confidently stop bleeding and mend lacerations. will often request that you keep your injury clean and wait it out first.
  ♥♥♡ INFECTION ; as a side effect of likely her own doing, very dutiful with technique and treatment shortly thereafter.
  ♥♡♡ ACHES & PAINS ; will defer to a dark tunnel and rest. if pain persists, maybe she will offer something.
  ♥♡♡ BROKEN BONES ; has never dealt with a broken bone. likely will ask that you never move. ever again.
  ♥♥♥ TRAVELING HERBS ; learned well from her previous mentor. will pile even too many remedies to tough the wilderness with.
  ♥♥♥ KITTING ; having kittens of her own and helped several others with their litters, she is very well versed with calming techniques and quelling pain.
  ♥♡♡ POISONS ; she knows what they are... but that isn't enough, isn't it?
  ♥♥♡ ILLNESS ; having worked through two yellowcough bouts, she is confident in her remedies. much else... she's operating on trial and error.
  ⸻ cottonsprig is a dutiful and excitable medicine cat. she enjoys company and loves conversation. she'd rather not have too many curious noses snooping around her den... but who is she to quell curiosity?

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  ⸻❥ cottonsprig is the primary medicine cat of windclan. a former princess to the moors, she harbors many guilts for her actions throughout her short life. she has no consistent partner, unwilling to commit and settle, and she is training celandinepaw in medicine.

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