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The target on her back burned. Her snap-back towards Skyclaw had not gone without it starting to spread, eventually. She was a prisoner in her own home, liable to become as rabid as a flea-bitten hound at any moment. Or at least, that’s what her wardens seemed to think, the way they threw their jabs and sang their snickers.
Roeflame wished she was a rabid, flea-bitten mutt. Wished she could live up to her reputation. Her steely will was just as prominent as her fire, the former Lead Warrior decides just as she catches Yewflame sauntering over in her peripheral. Rasping a tongue over her forepaw, she pays the traitor no mind. He speaks and she doesn’t glance up.
Kittypet lover.
The words are a venomous chime, Roeflame freezes, closing her maw to push a hard exhale through her nostrils. After a heartbeat, the brassed warrior decides to put her forepaw down and look up at Yewflame, the apprehensive tip of her tail flicking back and forth gave away what she’d clearly like to respond with.
Instead, she sits a little straighter, prouder. Giving her enemy a blink, two… “excuse me?” For the first time in days, she regards him with actual words. Hollow, baited words. She thinks of her mates towering stature, broad shoulders, his fiery gaze… Burnstorm would snap Yewflame like a twig.
She almost smirks.
Roeflame wished she was a rabid, flea-bitten mutt. Wished she could live up to her reputation. Her steely will was just as prominent as her fire, the former Lead Warrior decides just as she catches Yewflame sauntering over in her peripheral. Rasping a tongue over her forepaw, she pays the traitor no mind. He speaks and she doesn’t glance up.
Kittypet lover.
The words are a venomous chime, Roeflame freezes, closing her maw to push a hard exhale through her nostrils. After a heartbeat, the brassed warrior decides to put her forepaw down and look up at Yewflame, the apprehensive tip of her tail flicking back and forth gave away what she’d clearly like to respond with.
Instead, she sits a little straighter, prouder. Giving her enemy a blink, two… “excuse me?” For the first time in days, she regards him with actual words. Hollow, baited words. She thinks of her mates towering stature, broad shoulders, his fiery gaze… Burnstorm would snap Yewflame like a twig.
She almost smirks.
┌── I GOT A POCKET
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A POCKET FULL OF SUNSHINE ──┐
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PAFP — @Yewflame!
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ROEFLAME ✩ she/her, Lead Warrior of Thunderclan, twenty-two moons.
⭃ petite cinnamon silver ticked tabby with murky green eyes & a small scar over her left eye.
⭃ mate to Burnstorm ☀ mentor to Foxpaw
⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ☀ underline and tag when attacking
⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.