private NO WAR, NO PEACE TIL I LEAD THEM ALL ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ CLAYTHORN

[BEEFANG]

࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ — The black smoke slips away from the medicine den not letting her gaze linger for long and it sweeps over camp only to see the mismatched pelt of Claythorn, the river royal watches quietly recalling how Otterbite had been killed during their fight for Sunningrocks and it had cost his life. It isn't something new... no, warriors die most of the time in battle and that's the most rewarding way to pass into the afterlife surely, to give one's life for their clan so that they may live another day. She thinks about the loss of a mate though and couldn't imagine how terribly it could sting since it didn't happen to her nor would it ever happen to her, Beefang would claw at the heavens themselves before they tore Moonbeam from her grasp and the thought itself is impossible so it's easily shoved away into the depths of her mind. Her Moon wouldn't die... Otterbite had been a mere warrior lost in battle and nothing more to her.

The lead warrior prowls over towards the freshkill pile that doesn't have a lot to offer and picks a measly trout from it only to head in the direction of the queen, she lays down the catch in front of the other only to watch her carefully "You should eat to keep your strength." It's said simply without much emotion laced in the words before she settles down onto her haunches and flicks her ruined ear to the side trying to find the best way that she could possibly comfort the widow. The only thing that she could think of that's remotely close to the loss of Claythorn's mate is when her own fathers had died and its something that she doesn't wish to linger on, her eye focuses onto the queen once more only to continue "You must be strong for them." Your kits. There's a brief pause only to give a curt nod, "And strong for yourself."

She lets her words sink in so that they'd weigh on the queen and possibly bring her down from wherever her mind had shoved her into, an anchor cast towards the other, Beefang blinks to regard the other once more "Loss is a heavy scar that we all bare but over time, they heal." She hopes that it makes sense to the older molly as it does for her and her feathery tail curls around her snowy dipped paws and let's out a soft sigh, "But... I know it hurts now... and I'm sorry for your loss." For once, the bicolored molly doesn't sound like her usual monotone self hiding behind jagged edges and a sharp tongue, in that moment, she's a sentient creature like Claythorn and not a blind soldier ready to brandish her sword and conquer or head out to war to bleed her enemies dry.

DROWN IN YOUR SORROW AND FEARS ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ CHOKE ON YOUR BLOOD AND YOUR TEARS

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  WARRIOR SKILLSET;
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧ HUNTING
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧ TRACKING
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧ COMBAT
  — ✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧ STEALTH
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧ STRATEGY
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ SWIMMING
  — ✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ CLIMBING
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  ✦ a shorthaired black smoke molly w/low white and a singular amber eye
  ✦ oftentimes comes off as untrusting of those around her, closed off, and not the easiest to engage in conversation with, she's not easy to befriend. distrusting of outsiders and will snap at you if y/c walks up to her on her blind side. all her opinions are IC only.
  ✦ 17 moons old; ages the 10th every month
  ✦ asexual homoromantic; mated to moonbeam
  ✦ currently mentoring... roepaw ; formerly mentored by smokestar
  ✦ firstborn daughter of cicadastar and smokestar
  ✦ sister of cicadaflight and loveburn
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✦ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[claythorn]

Since she had sat despondent, aware of how she had lost Otterbite, there had been plenty of thinking done. If Claythorn hadn't been limited by his fears, if she had fought despite being a queen, if she hadn't put her claws down for him to begin with.. he'd be alive. No, there was no mistaking it- if she hadn't been limited by what he thought was right, then she could have saved his life. Her eyes were narrowed, critical in the way they stared at the snow.

Beefang interrupted her train of thought by stepping into her space, by offering her food. How funny, that her sibling had done the same thing as a peace-route, an olive branch extended to a woman wounded and scorned by Thunderclan's actions. Mismatched goldens blinked at Beefang, who she half expected to step away back to other duties or her own mate, but instead settled in front of her. Claythorn didn't move for a long moment, be it that she was stunned, or just taken by surprise, or.. simply thinking, who knows?

The other mollie's words come as a surprise, though. For all the time that she's known Beefang, even when she knew her as Beepaw, when her fathers had recently departed, she was as cold as Claythorn, as prickly as her name- but an ever dependable soul. She was trustworthy, and spoke with honest truths. Claythorn had to admit she enjoyed that about the other. ".. I'll eat." Claythorn finally speaks, as if motivated by the revelation in her head. She leans her head down, fangs biting into the flesh of the prey, tearing free what Otterbite couldn't anymore.

When she speaks again, it's after she swallows the bite of trout. "I won't wane in the face of my kits." She says quietly, though her cold tone is absent- she is simply.. neutral, stating a fact. Warmer then she'd offer any other clanmate beyond her brood. "They deserve more then this world." She says, this time quieter, softer. This world meant leafbare, and a cruel one so far at that, biting cold and viscous in who it took. There is a long moment of silence, where she takes another bite, and when she speaks again, it is a carefully curated sentence.

".. Thanks." She manages, eyes lifting to pin to Beefang's. "For coming to see me. Bringing me prey. I appreciate it." These were not hollow words- sentences like these from Claythorn of all cats were full of emotion and feeling. Sentences like these were full of intent, and were never freely given.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ┌── LIKE LOVERS ENTWINED ⋅❁⋅ I KNOW YOU FOR THE LAST TIME ──┐‎

• "speech"

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• CLAYTHORN she/her, queen of riverclan, nineteen moons.
  ⭃ LH chocolate torbie with mismatched golden eyes, scars across her right cheek and over her left ear. cold exterior and threatening glares, built for stamina/battle and not swimming (tall/muscled)
  ⭃ mentored by darkbranch (npc) / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ mated to otterbite / / mother to dark-kit, onyxkit, sparrowkit, eelkit, dropletkit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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