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Crisp leaves are still being shed from the warriors fur as Roeflame shoulders her way through the camps entrance, a lean squirrel clasped firmly in her jaws. The brassed molly hardly skips a beat, bee-lining straight for the nursery. Yes, it was true that Roeflame was a dutiful warrior and code-stickler despite the she-cats unruly past, but most of all she was starving, and the sooner the queens and kits ate, the sooner she could indulge.
The freshkill pile is nothing special, becoming smaller as they trudged deeper into golden Leaf-fall, but Roeflame is more than content with the blackbird she manages to pull for herself. Normally, the meal would be shared with the likes of her loved ones, but as the ruffled silhouette of another caught itself in the warriors periphery, Roeflame slowed to a tentative spot.
Fallowbite had earned the warriors scorn, the brassed warrior could have guessed from the day it remained silent as Smokefur had belittled her mentor, but something had changed. The war was over, and they likely had Fallowbite to thank for at least some of the success. Howlingstar and Flamestar had chosen to trust the young she-cat, and as Roeflame approached with the blackbird, the lead warrior decided she would try to understand it.
“Care to join me?”
The freshkill pile is nothing special, becoming smaller as they trudged deeper into golden Leaf-fall, but Roeflame is more than content with the blackbird she manages to pull for herself. Normally, the meal would be shared with the likes of her loved ones, but as the ruffled silhouette of another caught itself in the warriors periphery, Roeflame slowed to a tentative spot.
Fallowbite had earned the warriors scorn, the brassed warrior could have guessed from the day it remained silent as Smokefur had belittled her mentor, but something had changed. The war was over, and they likely had Fallowbite to thank for at least some of the success. Howlingstar and Flamestar had chosen to trust the young she-cat, and as Roeflame approached with the blackbird, the lead warrior decided she would try to understand it.
“Care to join me?”
┌── I GOT A POCKET
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A POCKET FULL OF SUNSHINE ──┐
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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.