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[FEATHERSPINE]

The battle was fevered. Brutal and spitting chaos, splitting WindClan in two. Were they even WindClan, anymore? For once, Featherpaw could not even pretend to know. Had he failed, unprepared for something like this? He was just as inexperienced as all of the other apprentices his age, just as uncertain. Rivepaw's fate could easily have been his own, marred by the claws of someone older, someone who knew the weakness of his youth.

Focus blurred. For once, Featherpaw did not want to be alone- but when she was with her family, all she could see was sadness and worry glazing their eyes. Talking to them reminded her of herself, made her wonder if everyone else saw that same turmoil in her. Hardening his scowl, he'd tried to rid himself of it... but that gleam of unspent tears, of sprawling-freeze fret, surely it would not melt away so easily.

Featherpaw's face did not bear annoyance- only steely contemplation. Shielded pondering. For a reason she could not pin down with brambly claws, she sought a sooty kitten-fluff coat, a rainstorm of a calico who he so often shooed away. It was stupid. But then, why did Pinkpaw always approach him? Everything seemed reasonless, and Featherpaw felt irrational.

He had seen her fighting. Having fought her himself, he worried, truly. And he did not need another cat to worry about. Yet... it stuck on her mind like a stain. "Did buh... B-Bluefrost hurt you?" Featherpaw's voice was low, and she didn't look at Pinkpaw as she said it, lowering herself to a seat at the other girl's side.

\ @PINKPAW ​

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[PINKSHINE]

Pinkpaw doesn't think she's ever been more confused in her entire life. The day had been normal, and then it hadn't been. She had always thought WindClan were the good guys, and the most organized, and the nicest, and the best clan, but apparently there was good and bad WindClan— and she wasn't really sure which one she was supposed to be. Weirdest of all, as that this apparently wasn't a new thing. All the adults were talking as if things have always been this way. As if Sootstar has always been a no - good, mean cat. So was Pinkpaw not supposed to have been listening to her, all this time?

And Bluefrost had saved her before, but suddenly, she needed saving from Bluefrost, and Pinkpaw wasn't sure that she'd ever see her again... Was this her new home now? Where she couldn't see the sun or the stars and there was weird, dry grass lying everywhere. Maybe if she stops thinking for a bit, it's kinda cozy. Maybe she's been here before, in a dream or something... But it's hard not to think, and she hates not having any friends to tell them too. Downypaw is missing, and she doesn't know where Finchpaw is, and the warriors are doing warrior things, and Pinkpaw's just... confused.

And then Featherpaw's here, and she's happy. How lucky is she that Featherpaw comes to see her without her even having to ask? She looks at Featherpaw, even though he's not looking at her. That's fine... Pinkpaw looks to the weird not - sky instead. " Uh - huh... " she whines, lifting a paw her head. " She smacked me hard! Do I look gross? " she didn't feel any blood, and she didn't see any on her paw when she draws it back either. So she guesses she's okay. " I don't get why she did that... I thought we were friends! Friends don't hit each other... "

Well, she guesses she and Featherpaw hit each other a bit once. " Well, maybe sometimes, but, um, she seemed so mad. Everyone was mad! I don't get why... Were cats mad at you too, Featherpaw? " She didn't look bloody or anything... Pinkpaw didn't want her to be hurt.

staring at the mirror gotta smile, smile 🌸🌷🦄🦩 don't be late, we got plans!

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• ( IT'S TIME TO START A FUCKING RIOT, RIOT! ) PINKPAW APPRENTICE OF WINDCLAN. DAUGHTER TO BRIGHTSHINE & HEAVY SNOW. SISTER TO HEATHPAW, DOWNYPAW, & FINCHPAW.
  —— SHE / HER; UNOPPOSED TO THE USE OF OTHERS
  —— CURRENTLY 4 MOONS OLD. AGES EVERY 16TH
  
  A tiny, longhaired calico she - kit with yellow eyes, ringed blue around her pupils (sectoral heterochromia). While you can clearly see her flame markings on her face, the rest of her body is currently covered by a grey fever - coating. Though the whites of her are still very much visible. Pinkpaw bounces around WindClan without a care in the world! Her emotions are big, and she makes little effort to regulate them, resulting in both her usually cheerful disposition, as well as making her prone to sudden bouts of extreme anger or sadness. Rarely seen without a smile!
  

  HEAVY IC OPINIONS! Pinkpaw is a very irrational and childish character!​

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[FEATHERSPINE]

Do I look gross? Featherpaw narrowed her eyes, shaking her head slightly. Exasperation and an answer, all in one. Why did Pinkpaw care what she looked like? Why would it ever matter at a time like this, mushed-up with larger concerns? Disdain glowed in his glare, but he kept shaking his head. "You don't look g-gross." Featherpaw for once did not like how cold his voice sounded.

At last he moved to look at Pinkpaw. His face felt like stone, petrified; he could not move, but watched her speak. Usually he might find something to needle at, to nettle-sting; her concern with her looks, still. Her misunderstanding about Bluefrost, and where her loyalties would obviously lie. Her muddling of whether friends hit or not. But Featherpaw could not fly above her peers, now- he knew no more than the rest of them. And within him, this once, lay no desire to correct Pinkpaw.

All she could do was answer. And it was not an answer Featherpaw had built in fact, but one that bloomed from feeling. It twitched on her tongue like a wasp's sting. "I don't think so. Buh... b-b-but they were mad at Sunstride," she said. The ice in her voice melted to something that wept a little bit more. "And Rivepaw. So... it wouldn't have taken long buh... b-before they were mad at me." Before they would have killed me.

Featherpaw swallowed down something that felt like a frostbitten stone. She looked away from Pinkpaw again, yellow eyes glancing up to whatever was above them, something... false. Twoleg-built. He should have hated it, should have sat quill-laden and seething, but he could only breathe.
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[PINKSHINE]

It's really hard to smile, like, hardeer than it's ever been, and she didn't wanna be gross and bloody and bruised on top of that... So she's relieved when Featherpaw shakes his head. Since she doesn't have to worry about messy paws anymore... she can pick a the floor as much as she wanted. In some places, it's dirt... In other places, it's weird, twoleg - made stuff. Stuff she can't dig into— but she can make scratches in. It's not the same as Windclan's sand, though... Hadn't they just gotten back? And now, they had to leave all over again...

They were mad at Sunstride, Pinkpaw has figured that part out at least... And Rivepaw. What did Rivepaw do?

So it would't have taken long before they were mad at me.

Pinkpaw looks at Featherpaw with wide, wide eyes. Is that really how it worked? If cats were mad at your family, they'd be mad at you next? " That's stupid, " she observes with a scrunch of her face. She doesn't think she's supposed to say words like stupid, but it was! It was the most stupid thing she's ever heard, even. Well, now Pinkpaw is mad at them. She's mad at mean Sootstar for telling her to do bad things, and she's mad at Bluefrost for being stupid, and she's mad at Sootspot for being no good...

Her tail gives a single lash, and then she's worrying at the ground in quiet. She's so mad, she wants to do something, but there's nothing to do in this weird place. And there are no mean cats to bite. There's just Featherpaw. Featherpaw looking at her, and then away. Pinkpaw leans closer to her friend, huffing, " I'm sooo mad! I'm gonna smack Bluefrost hard next time I see her, too! " And then she thinks... " Am I gonna see her? Do we have to live here for— for forever? " If she had to live in some place forever, she wished it could be with Halfkit, too...But Halfkit's gone, and Pinkpaw wonders if this would've happened at all if she wasn't gone.

staring at the mirror gotta smile, smile 🌸🌷🦄🦩 don't be late, we got plans!

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• ( IT'S TIME TO START A FUCKING RIOT, RIOT! ) PINKPAW APPRENTICE OF WINDCLAN. DAUGHTER TO BRIGHTSHINE & HEAVY SNOW. SISTER TO HEATHPAW, DOWNYPAW, & FINCHPAW.
  —— SHE / HER; UNOPPOSED TO THE USE OF OTHERS
  —— CURRENTLY 4 MOONS OLD. AGES EVERY 16TH
  
  A tiny, longhaired calico she - kit with yellow eyes, ringed blue around her pupils (sectoral heterochromia). While you can clearly see her flame markings on her face, the rest of her body is currently covered by a grey fever - coating. Though the whites of her are still very much visible. Pinkpaw bounces around WindClan without a care in the world! Her emotions are big, and she makes little effort to regulate them, resulting in both her usually cheerful disposition, as well as making her prone to sudden bouts of extreme anger or sadness. Rarely seen without a smile!
  

  HEAVY IC OPINIONS! Pinkpaw is a very irrational and childish character!​

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[FEATHERSPINE]

It was a travesty- the world must be over, collapsing, splitting at every seam, because Featherpaw and Pinkpaw agreed. That's stupid, she said, face crumpled and strange- Featherpaw knew, because she looked at Pinkpaw again the moment she outburst with her opinion. For a moment he was silent, and could be nothing else. Had he ever seen a look like that on her face? Annoyed, scorned? Maybe she was learning, then, that the world wasn't all pink skies and fun all of the time.

It didn't feel nice to be right, though, about how terrible everything really was. For once, he wanted to indulge in Pinkpaw's judgement- Featherpaw nodded, eyes sharp. "It is stupid," she spat, and did not elaborate any further. It was fundamentally, venomously stupid. She wanted to wrench this wretched week from history and throw it onto the Thunderpath, and watch the bones of its foundation flatten against the blackened ground.

Pinkpaw picked, picked, picked at the floor, a sound that funnelled into Featherpaw's ears and flattened them in silent irritation. It would be hideously mean to slap her paw away, though. And Pinkpaw was not someone she should be directing her gnashing emotions toward- no matter how much she annoyed her.

But Pinkpaw was upset, too- mad. Mad, mad, mad. Featherpaw felt a strange flare, a burning current of electricity in her eyes that lit her gaze like sheet lightning. Distant, brewing storm. "You'll see her." He felt it. "We'll fight to get our home b-b-back. And you can hit buh... b-buh... you can hit her then."

Featherpaw did not know why he was making promises. Why he spoke as if he knew. But in her chest there lay a deep inkling- one that glimmered from Sunstride's eyes. They wouldn't give up so easily. Featherpaw set narrowed eyes on Pinkpaw, stern and mentor-like, and held her gaze with the sharpness and stillness of an icicle. "B-but it won't be easy to d-do it without you getting hurt. Which is why you need to p-p-practice your b-buh... b-battle moves."

Bluefrost would not be an easy opponent. And Pinkpaw needed to keep herself alive.​

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[PINKSHINE]

Pinkpaw asked Featherpaw plenty of things— but in the same way that she poses questions to Finchpaw or Downypaw. She doesn't expect his answers to alyways be right, because they were both -paws, and it'd be unfair for Featherpaw to know everything if Pinkpaw doesnt know everything. Still, the affirmation that it is stupid has her puffing up and trying to put on a face as fierce as Featherpaw's. There's was no one to beat up right now... So she'd aim fierce daggers at the twoleg - stuff strewn across the floor, grass - like, but not. She hates it! It isn't WindClan grass. She wants to get rid of it all! And she proceeds to do so, ferociously batting at any that was too close to her and Featherpaw.

You'll see her. Featherpaw sounds super sure... Was it having a medicine cat dad? And a deputy one too? Were the stars talking to her? Pinkpaw looks at him like he's saying the most important words anyone has ever said— and he basically is. Pinkpaw nods. And you can hit her then. She nods again, more serious than she's ever been. She matched Featherpaw as much as she could. Pinkpaw gives a determined mew. " Yeah! "

Practicing sounds so boring. It sounds like the most boring thing in the world, even. But Featherpaw is serious, so she is too. And what else is boring? Sitting around here, or letting Bluefrost smack her around without getting any smacks in herself... " Okay... " thoughtfully, she acquieces.

Abruptly, Pinkpaw drops into a crouch, wiggling in preparation for a mighty leap. This time, she'd have, um, the element of surprise on her side! In a show of what was pretty much her only battle move (but a very good one, still), she leaps to tackle Featherpaw.

staring at the mirror gotta smile, smile 🌸🌷🦄🦩 don't be late, we got plans!

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• ( IT'S TIME TO START A FUCKING RIOT, RIOT! ) PINKPAW APPRENTICE OF WINDCLAN. DAUGHTER TO BRIGHTSHINE & HEAVY SNOW. SISTER TO HEATHPAW, DOWNYPAW, & FINCHPAW.
  —— SHE / HER; UNOPPOSED TO THE USE OF OTHERS
  —— CURRENTLY 4 MOONS OLD. AGES EVERY 16TH
  
  A tiny, longhaired calico she - kit with yellow eyes, ringed blue around her pupils (sectoral heterochromia). While you can clearly see her flame markings on her face, the rest of her body is currently covered by a grey fever - coating. Though the whites of her are still very much visible. Pinkpaw bounces around WindClan without a care in the world! Her emotions are big, and she makes little effort to regulate them, resulting in both her usually cheerful disposition, as well as making her prone to sudden bouts of extreme anger or sadness. Rarely seen without a smile!
  

  HEAVY IC OPINIONS! Pinkpaw is a very irrational and childish character!​

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[FEATHERSPINE]

Truthfully, Featherpaw had expected protest- something she maybe, for once, would not have judged Pinkpaw for. When the girl held her gaze, determination or something-like-that boiling within it, he did not flinch away. The horrible place they were in melded out of focus, swimming in a sea of smudge. Annoyance simmered beneath her fur, ready to leap out at the slightest refusal. Featherpaw was armed for an argument, prepared to have to lecture Pinkpaw again on how fun was an infrequent and fickle thing, and not something that could be had forever and always.

And then, she was knocked to the ground. A flash of movement, dusty-flame, this time not preceded by a battle-cry. Yellow eyes flew wide as she met the earth with a pouncing push- for a tunneller, Pinkpaw had been fast. Or maybe it was that her willingness had come out of nowhere- from wherever her victory stemmed, Featherpaw stared up at her for a few fleeting seconds.

Then, he smiled.

Knowing she would not be defeated so easily, Featherpaw's face crumpled back into hardened determination, but there was a ghost of something cheerful within it- a chorus of triumph singing from her face, a settled sense of what might have been fun but what Featherpaw himself would rather call accomplishment. Eyes slightly-crescented rather than darkened with a scowl, Featherpaw attempted to throw her weight upwards to push against Pinkpaw's tackle, trying to throw the tunneller onto the ground.​

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[PINKSHINE]

She would meet Featherpaw with a triumphant, " Ha! " when her attack lands. It more than lands, even, and her goal of knocking Featherpaw to the ground is achieved. Pinkpaw looks triumphantly down at her, her smile like— like a warrior's smile, basically! Sharp - toothed and dangerous, she bets. She knows she won, because Featherpaw is looking up at her with these big moon eyes.

And a smile.

She gasps, and she looks at Featherpaw with her own moon eyes, beaming back down at her. Because— because, was it even real? She didn't even think Featherpaw knew how to smile, and Pinkpaw was willing to accept such a disastrous flaw and be his friend anyways, because she's that lovely and nice— but he does know how, and it's not gross and rotten like she figured any non - smiler's smile would be. A curse or something, maybe; that's what she'd thought... Cursed by some witch to never smile, or to look horrifying and ugly when she did. But nothing was wrong with it. Nothing at all!

And when her face crinkles, it crinkles in this still - fun way, with crescent moon eyes instead of the wide, wide ones. It's all the warning Pinkpaw gets before he's surging upward and Pinkpaw is stumbling back with a yelp. Way too suddenly, Pinkpaw is the one on the floor. She barely even knows what happened, and she tells Featherpaw that with wide eyes and a mouth agape. She blinks once, twice, three times, before she remembers how words work. " No faiiir! You totally distracted me! " she protests, flailing her hind legs to prevent any more oncoming attacks.

staring at the mirror gotta smile, smile 🌸🌷🦄🦩 don't be late, we got plans!

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• ( IT'S TIME TO START A FUCKING RIOT, RIOT! ) PINKPAW APPRENTICE OF WINDCLAN. DAUGHTER TO BRIGHTSHINE & HEAVY SNOW. SISTER TO HEATHPAW, DOWNYPAW, & FINCHPAW.
  —— SHE / HER; UNOPPOSED TO THE USE OF OTHERS
  —— CURRENTLY 4 MOONS OLD. AGES EVERY 16TH
  
  A tiny, longhaired calico she - kit with yellow eyes, ringed blue around her pupils (sectoral heterochromia). While you can clearly see her flame markings on her face, the rest of her body is currently covered by a grey fever - coating. Though the whites of her are still very much visible. Pinkpaw bounces around WindClan without a care in the world! Her emotions are big, and she makes little effort to regulate them, resulting in both her usually cheerful disposition, as well as making her prone to sudden bouts of extreme anger or sadness. Rarely seen without a smile!
  

  HEAVY IC OPINIONS! Pinkpaw is a very irrational and childish character!​

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[FEATHERSPINE]

Featherpaw hadn't smiled on purpose to inflict some sort of blinding-spell on Pinkpaw, but she acted like he had. The moment she was on the ground Pinkpaw was protesting, saying it wasn't fair, kicking all over the place like a tiny tornado. Once again, Featherpaw was utterly baffled by her; all she could do was stare as Pinkpaw whipped herself about- and he took an unsteady snow-footed stride forward before receding backward, deciding it wasn't worth getting smacked in the jaw over some practice.

"I did not," Featherpaw insisted, incensed. Sun-sharp eyes narrowed with very overt annoyance as she rose to her feet- how ever was Pinkpaw going to cope if something as fleeting as a smile made her gasp and lose her grip, and get distracted?

Featherpaw tutted, shaking her head as she circled Pinkpaw in a wide radius, eventually padding a line to where her head lay. She stood over the flailing calico, looking her in the eyes upside-down. "You were doing well," he murmured, a little exasperated. Her smile had disappeared back beneath her skin. "You c-can't get distracted so easily. What if I was a meaner c-c-cat?" It was serious, it really really was. And Pinkpaw needed, needed to understand that. Featherpaw was not sure what else she could possibly do, except plead Scorchstreak to teach her better, or to just keep her out of harm's way altogether. ​

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[PINKSHINE]

Featherpaw is lying. Totally lying. Pinkpaw figures it must be another plot to distract her again, and keeps up her furious kicking so that it would not work this time. Maybe she lost the battle, but she wouldn't lose the um... second battle! It wouldn't stop her from retorting either, even if she was maybe getting a little bit out of breath. " Did too! " She hears the shifting of grit and weird twoleg - made stuff, and then she sees Featherpaw. He's upside - down. Pinkpaw goes limp, her plans effectively foiled. She holds her forepaws in a rabbit - like pose against her chest.

You were doing well. And her eyes are all re - crinkled again... Pinkpaw lilts her head to the side, pondering Featherpaw's face very thoughtfully. She would just have to smile for the both of them, again, even if Featherpaw is totally trying to scold her right now... " But you're not a meaner cat! " Pinkpaw tells him. Obviously. She thinks this explains everything. " A meaner cat would be super ugly and gross. They'd never distract me! I'd distract them by being the prettiest girl in the world, I bet. " Just like Featherpaw kinda did just now... Clearly, if he hadn't done that, Pinkpaw would've totally pummeled him by now...

" If you were a meaner cat... I would've smacked you in the face! And I'd headbutt you right now! " She fiercely declares. She doesn't do that, though. She just blinks up at Featherpaw's sunny eyes. She doesn't deserve to have her face ruined... She'd save her cool moves for Bluefrost.

staring at the mirror gotta smile, smile 🌸🌷🦄🦩 don't be late, we got plans!

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• NOTE: SHE IS A FEVER COAT BABY!!
  

  

• ( IT'S TIME TO START A FUCKING RIOT, RIOT! ) PINKPAW APPRENTICE OF WINDCLAN. DAUGHTER TO BRIGHTSHINE & HEAVY SNOW. SISTER TO HEATHPAW, DOWNYPAW, & FINCHPAW.
  —— SHE / HER; UNOPPOSED TO THE USE OF OTHERS
  —— CURRENTLY 5 MOONS OLD. AGES EVERY 16TH
  
  A tiny, longhaired calico she - kit with suburst eyes ringed blue around her pupils (central heterochromia). While you can clearly see her flame markings on her face, the rest of her body is currently covered by a grey fever - coating. Though the whites of her are still very much visible. Pinkpaw bounces around WindClan without a care in the world! Her emotions are big, and she makes little effort to regulate them, resulting in both her usually cheerful disposition, as well as making her prone to sudden bouts of extreme anger or sadness. Rarely seen without a smile!
  

  HEAVY IC OPINIONS! Pinkpaw is a very irrational and childish character!​

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[FEATHERSPINE]

He saw no point in batting words back and forth with her, despite how intensely the retort did not burned on the tip of his tongue. It went down about as well as a mouthful of soot, and soured Featherpaw's expression considerably. He was better than that, wasn't he? Better than to bat a word back at her and let any sense of how important this all was trickle away, through the gaps of the tiniest details...

But it stayed there. Did not. Stayed and stayed and stayed. It fizzed on the end of his tongue like poison and threatened to corrode the steeliness with which he tried to arm himself. Pinkpaw was making her weaker, somehow.

You're not a meaner cat! The argument died in Featherpaw's throat, and he looked at Pinkpaw very blankly for a few moments, nothing but a wordless scowl set on his face. Somehow now was the moment Pinkpaw refused to indulge in the make-believe, said something so simple and self-explanatory that Featherpaw couldn't confidently come up with anything to refute it. And all the while, Pinkpaw smiled like an idiot, declaring with valour she'd headbutt him into next week, she'd have pummelled him to nothing. Still, though, she didn't move- just looked right at him with wide, bright eyes. There was a silence for a few long moments between them, sunset-sun gaze meeting sharp winter glare.

When it became clear Pinkpaw wasn't going to hit him, Featherpaw gave up. "C'mon, get up." she said quietly, flicking a white-tipped tail. She swallowed the still-there lump of uncertainty in her throat down, trying not to let it clog up her words. "I b-better not see you getting distracted by mean cats smiling, then. Buh... b-b-because sometimes they do."

Featherpaw's glare grew very sharp, stayed as stern as ever. "You have to puh... p-p-promise me you will hit them." To her own memory, she'd made many a promise for Pinkpaw. It was time to cash in the favour, and then they could let all this silliness crumble to dust, and... maybe Featherpaw could spit away the fretfulness in her throat.​

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[PINKSHINE]

Pinkpaw has no idea what Featherpaw was thinking about, but she kinda wishes she did. Maybe if she stares hard enough, she'll be able to feel Featherpaw's thoughts in waves... Or maybe if she stares hard enough, Featherpaw will have her thoughts beamed to him in waves, and he'd have nooo choice but to smile again...

Neither happens, but Pinkpaw is still happy, so she guesses it's okay! Get up Featherpaw tells her, and Pinkpaw follows, rolling onto her tummy so that she could spring back to her paws and look her friend in the eyes right - side up. I b-better not see you getting distracted by mean cats smiling, then. Pinkpaw scrunches up her face, skeptical that such a thing was even possible. Because sometimes they do, apparently. Maybe as a fellow non-smiler, Featherpaw had this kind of information... Pinkpaw just tips her head, not entirely convinced... And if it was true, " It wouldn't be the same! " she insists with a huff. Their smile would be all gross and rotten - teeth. Not like Featherpaw's at all.

And then Featherpaw looks so serious, so Pinkpaw would look so serious too, making her gaze all squinty... Featherpaw is so super pushy, but Pinkpaw doesn't mind making a promise for him. Cause that's what friends did, and because it'd be the easiest promise ever to fufil. " Promise. " And Pinkpaw wouuld suddenly lash out with claws - sheathed, making a wooshing noise with her mouth as she whisks pasts Featherpaw's fur. " They won't see it comin'! " she says in her tough - guy voice. " And no one will ever bother Sunstride, or— or Rivepaw, or you ever again! " she beams.

staring at the mirror gotta smile, smile 🌸🌷🦄🦩 don't be late, we got plans!

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• NOTE: SHE IS A FEVER COAT BABY!!
  

  

• ( IT'S TIME TO START A FUCKING RIOT, RIOT! ) PINKPAW APPRENTICE OF WINDCLAN. DAUGHTER TO BRIGHTSHINE & HEAVY SNOW. SISTER TO HEATHPAW, DOWNYPAW, & FINCHPAW.
  —— SHE / HER; UNOPPOSED TO THE USE OF OTHERS
  —— CURRENTLY 5 MOONS OLD. AGES EVERY 16TH
  
  A tiny, longhaired calico she - kit with suburst eyes ringed blue around her pupils (central heterochromia). While you can clearly see her flame markings on her face, the rest of her body is currently covered by a grey fever - coating. Though the whites of her are still very much visible. Pinkpaw bounces around WindClan without a care in the world! Her emotions are big, and she makes little effort to regulate them, resulting in both her usually cheerful disposition, as well as making her prone to sudden bouts of extreme anger or sadness. Rarely seen without a smile!
  

  HEAVY IC OPINIONS! Pinkpaw is a very irrational and childish character!​

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[FEATHERSPINE]

There it was- always thinking she was right, again. That the world was black and white and good and evil, and all of it cold be foretold at a glance. Maybe in her heart, deep deep deep in the recesses of it, Featherpaw might have liked to see the world like Pinkpaw. Clearly, though... he would have to forfeit his logic. And that wouldn't do- for how was he supposed to be a good WindClan warrior, worthy of carrying the legacy of a deputy and a medicine cat all at once, without the sense that had propelled his fathers to where they stood today?

No. She had their wit for a reason, and... if she was stuck with a steely-real view because of it, so be it. It was the best way for her to protect them, anyway. And Pinkpaw- well, she couldn't protect Pinkpaw. She had to learn to protect herself. Even though, maybe... some part of her might have wanted to. It would be foolish, wouldn't it?

Why would it be foolish, again?

Because he didn't like her. Because Pinkpaw was annoying and did nothing but prod Featherpaw and rain loudly down upon her, and chatter and chatter, and never let up. Because Pinkpaw could not understand what it took to partake in a fight, knowing you weren't ready- she would never understand the willpower she would need to stand in front of a blow.

Pinkpaw's strike whizzed past his head, she spoke her promise, she spouted fighting words. And Featherpaw was smiling again. A tight-lipped but genuine smile, steely with determination.

"I'll fight with you." Featherpaw said it suddenly. The words had already spilled out of his mouth before he'd had a chance to consider them. Childish, foolish, not what a warrior would do. But he swallowed, and ended up doubling down. "We'll fight t-together. We'll p-p-protect double the cats, that way." It was just logic, plain and simple. Double the cats. ​

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[PINKSHINE]

Her brilliant plan completely works! Featherpaw is smiling again! Because whho could see her smile, and not wanna give the biggest brightest smile back? Or at least, it was probably the biggest brightest one Featherpaw could manage. Pinkpaw leans forward, further encouraging her friend with her amazing mind powers through the sheer sparkliness of her grin... Maybe if she could even get Featherpaw to smile, she could make all the evil cats realize they don't really wanna be evil and they can all go home and be WindClan again...

...Featherpaw would probably call that idea stupid. If an evil cat smiles... she's supposed to keep beating them up, right?

Pinkpaw perks at that— If Featherpaw was there fighting with her, there was no way any other cats could ever distract her! " Yeah? " she asks, as if Featherpaw would lie to her, which she knows he totally wouldn't! We'll protect double the cats that way. " Yeah! Yeah!" Nothing has ever made more sense in the history of ever. Between them both— no bad guys would ever stand a chance. They'd be like, um, like a whirlwind! Of slashing claws and teeth! " We'll... we'll watch eachother's backs! " she asserts boldly. " And we'll be WindClan's best warriors ever! "

Hopefully they'd never have any fights with eachother, because Pinkpaw wouldn't know how to deal with that and the battle would be really fierce and scary for everyone else! All their family would be safe, not just Brightshine or Rivepaw or Sunstride... everyone, and they could all hang out and eat rabbits forever! How lucky was WindClan, to have them both? How lucky was she? Too bad Featherpaw couldn't be her tunneling partner... " Maybe, if Sunstride and Scorchstreak see how good a fighter I am, they'll let me come be a moor - runner with you... "

She'd kinda forgotten... that's what she wanted for like, ever, right? For some reason, she feels like that probably won't happen... She doesn't hate it so much as she used too, she guesses... Now that she and Featherpaw had a plan, she didn't have to be so sad or angry anymore. If they have to stay in this weirdo place for a bit, she guesses it's not so bad... Pinkpaw finds herself just smiling at her friend. If Featherpaw's smiling, she could probably sit here for like... ever!

staring at the mirror gotta smile, smile 🌸🌷🦄🦩 don't be late, we got plans!

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• NOTE: SHE IS A FEVER COAT BABY!!
  

  

• ( IT'S TIME TO START A FUCKING RIOT, RIOT! ) PINKPAW APPRENTICE OF WINDCLAN. DAUGHTER TO BRIGHTSHINE & HEAVY SNOW. SISTER TO HEATHPAW, DOWNYPAW, & FINCHPAW.
  —— SHE / HER; UNOPPOSED TO THE USE OF OTHERS
  —— CURRENTLY 5 MOONS OLD. AGES EVERY 16TH
  
  A tiny, longhaired calico she - kit with suburst eyes ringed blue around her pupils (central heterochromia). While you can clearly see her flame markings on her face, the rest of her body is currently covered by a grey fever - coating. Though the whites of her are still very much visible. Pinkpaw bounces around WindClan without a care in the world! Her emotions are big, and she makes little effort to regulate them, resulting in both her usually cheerful disposition, as well as making her prone to sudden bouts of extreme anger or sadness. Rarely seen without a smile!
  

  HEAVY IC OPINIONS! Pinkpaw is a very irrational and childish character!​

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