lovin' is hard, it don't always work ✿ figpaw

[Daisyflight]

"SUREFIRE, YEAH, THE SETTING SUN WANTS COMPANY"​

Spidery limbs toiled at the water’s surface, the willows across the river leafless in the harsh weather. A vague memory, of sitting along here moons past, before the clans were named, arose in Daisyflight’s mind. She wondered how that brown riverclanner was doing now.

The whistle of wind tore her back to the present, keen cold jostling her whiskers. Contentedness softening her features, the calico turned to Figpaw. To have her at her side, out in the territory once more, was a reassurance that incurred a spring to her step.

“How are you doing, nowadays?” An inoffensive, almost elusive query that thumbed at threads more deeply stitched if allowed. Daisyflight’s eyes creased thoughtfully before she hooked a pebble from the earth and flung it in an arc. The brown parcel skimmed the languid river once before being swallowed up, suffocated with a burble. A small, satisfied smile was offered to the apprentice, an unspoken challenge.
/ @FIGPAW
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[FIGFEATHER]

Figpaw had found herself at this border a lot recently, first with Tallulahwing and now with mom. She doesn’t mind it, she’d never be a RiverClan cat but the hum of the river was calming. She remembers that it is even better in green-leaf when the insects churr and buzz around it, all of nature coming together to orchestrate the most beautiful song.

Peering over the ledge with caution, the red tabby looks at herself in the reflection of the water. The image of herself is distorted by ripples and minor waves, but she can see that her fur is as bright as ever. She looks older too. Figpaw is not one to be vain, especially in her own appearance, so she is quick to draw back to the safety of dry land.

Mom asks how she’s doing, Figpaw shrugs in typical teenage fashion, not offering much at first until a few moments pass. ”I’m better. I don’t do much but train as of late, not complaining either, I want to catch up as quickly as possible.” She informs the calico in monotone. At one point in her life she would’ve delivered that with a chirp, but she was maturing- still happy and peppy, but with age she learns how to hold herself with some poise. On top of that, her question completely skims over the deeper inquiry she thought Daisyflight was trying to dig for… but she wasn’t sure. The girl would need further prompting. She watches Daisyflight fling the pebble onto the waters surface and accepts the silent challenge. She scoops up a rock and manages to throw it further, but it fails to do the neat skip like Daisyflight’s had… Some points surely were lost for that.

She realizes she should ask mom how she was doing to, they hadn’t checked in with each other for awhile. ”How are you?” ​

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Spoiler: TAGS ★ 01/05

( primary character / "speech" / ic opinions )​

╰ ★ ჻ 001 GENERAL INFORMATION ,
· FIGPAW, AMAB — she / her
╰ ‣ 9 moons .
╰ ‣ skyclan apprentice . believes in starclan, doesn't fully understand

╰ ★ ჻ 002 VISUALS & AESTHETICS ,
· DOMESTIC FELINE, smells like pine nettles & sap, status — 100%
╰ ‣ A red tabby she-cat with orange eyes. Mangled right hind leg.

╰ ★ ჻ 003 MENTALITY & MANNERISMS ,
· ENFP-A ❝ CAMPAIGNER❞ , Gryfindor, Lawful Good
╰ ‣ Excitable, generous, caring, quick-to-act, daft, naive
╰ ‣ finds relative ease relating to others . kind-hearted, will show mercy

╰ ★ ჻ 004 INTERACTIONS & RELATIONSHIPS ,
· NPC X DAISYFLIGHT, sister to Greenpaw, Violetpaw, Snowpaw & Butterflypaw
╰ ‣ Pansexual . mistakes admiration for romantic feelings
╰ ‣ Apprentice to Tallulahwing
╰ ‣ poor fighter . okay hunter .
╰ ‣ unlikely to start fights . will flee .
╰ ‣ attack in underline . penned by user @ava.

 

[Daisyflight]

"SUREFIRE, YEAH, THE SETTING SUN WANTS COMPANY"​

To catch up quicky. Daisyflight was not surprised to hear it, but it did pang upset through her chest. Figpaw shouldn't have lost that time to begin with. "You'll be ahead in no time. You and Tallulahwing make a good pair- formidable!" A good-natured smile stole away the certainty of her expression for a beat before it settled again. Always quick to learn and eager, she knew that nothing would stop her daughter from achieving what she wanted, given the right environment. It seemed she had not grasped the flimsy thread of implication to her query, but that wasn't a surprise. The warrior's avoidance of that topic was crystalline, drawing great, yawning gaps in conversation if allowed.

The apprentice's pebble followed her own, gracing the surface with a shock. She went to fish another projectile from the bank, ivory claws unsheathed, when Figpaw spoke again. 'How are you?' Daisyflight started, alpine eyes rounding with surprise. How was she? Her clay ear was wrought low in thought, shedding the symmetry of her shadow. Tired- the word burgeoned unapologetically in her mind. Tired of cats crossing their borders. That never really changed however, and there was a nagging need to know, to be sure of something.

"I am, well." Her intonation was delicate. "It's not always easy herding Dawnglare from his newest victim. I am- curious." A gloved paw snuck the pebble from her side and flung it free. Aim askew, it hit a boulder just beneath the surface and cracked against it obtusely.

"Ah. It's a little more than curiosity, and really, I should have asked moons ago. You said, that day, that you had seen... your father." The title felt dry and unearned on her tongue. Daisyflight knew this conversation was long owed but the discomfort that snaked up her spine was a terribly effective motivator. She could face him, if forced, but the thought of her kits- she didn't want to disappoint them, for him to disappoint them. "What happened?"

/sorry for the delay!​

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