MAKE PEACE WITH THE OLD GODS [ *ೃ༄ ] FEATHERSPINE

[Mossthorn]

It cannot be said that Mossthorn is not a dutiful warrior. She does her assigned patrols, takes her apprentice out to train, anything and everything that was ever asked of her it would be done as swiftly as she could. But at the end of the day, when everything was done or when she had nothing else to do between tasks, the place that she could be found was almost always the nursery. Bringing prey to the kits and the queens, making nests, repairing walls torn open by clumsy kitten feet, offering to watch the kits if she noticed a mothers eyes drooping too much. If she could not be a mother herself, then she was determined to be the best clan "auntie" she could ever possibly be. She didn't mind wiping snot from noses, didn't mind the endless string of questions, the shrill voices, the energy that seemed to know no bounds. She would give badger rides, tell stories, play games, anything just so she could hear their laughter, see the innocence in those young eyes and know she was the cause of childhood-happiness. Even just for a moment. "Alright little ones, it's time to go back to your mother.." she says, her voice soft as she nudges the kits (NPC's) back in the direction of the nursery. They oblige, but only after a small fit of whining. "Mossthorn! Why can't you come live with us? one kit whines, a pout making her lips tremble as another small voice pipes up Yeah! It's no fair! I want you to hang out with us ALL the time! In response the tunneler merely smiles, her whiskers dancing in amusement "Ah but then, who would keep Coldbite company hmm? Someone has to protect him from the things that go bump in the night! Now run along, or the tickle badger is gonna get ya again!" with that, she lurches forward, which sends the kits squealing back to the nursery and the safety of their mother.

Mossthorn watches them go, her gray eyes soft as she takes a seat and curls her tail around her paws. After a moment, she lifts one and begins the process of grooming, licking the back of one paw and running it behind her ears in a steady motion, her eyes closed. She does not see the cat who approaches her until a shadow is passing over her.

// @FEATHERSPINE (sorry for the short post, intros BLEGH)

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• MOSSTHORN WINDCLAN WARRIOR ; SHE / HER; SISTER TO TBD ; MATE TO COLDBITE
  

  A feisty she cat with a heart of gold. Her appearance is befitting her tunneler status, as she stands shorter than most, and her sleek black fur excels at repelling the dirt that she shifts through. Her eyes are such a light blue color that they appear gray and upon her pelt she wears many scars, testaments to the battles she has fought in her lifetime.

  ✦ Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted, no killing, maiming, or injuring without permission
  ✦ Skilled & experienced in combat. Fights dirty.
  

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[FEATHERSPINE]

Mossthorn did not have kits of her own, as far as Featherspine was aware... her nose wrinkled at the sight of the warrior eagerly playing with the kits, as if the brood were her own. He'd seen it before... warriors holing themselves with kits in the nursery, as if it would shield them from what roiled on the outside. They could maybe distract themselves for a moment, though he didn't imagine it was much more fulfilling than catching prey for the kits, doing your duty as a warrior and retiring to rest your bones for another day of rest.

Horned-owl ears flicked at the noise, and a curiosity pulled him over. With the noise gone, he found less of a headache burrowing into his skull- she found she could cast a glance to Mossthorn that was a little kinder than it might have been. Still, her voice did not lost its harshness when he ashed her, "Is there nothing b-buh... b-buh... more helpful you could be doing?" It came out far blunter than he'd intended, truly ... better would have been more suitable, but getting caught on it had him change course. Still, what interest a warrior would have in spending so much time here was completely lost on her.​

✦ penned by pin​