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࿐ ࿔*:・゚ — 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.
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.

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WARRIOR SKILLSET;
— ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧ HUNTING
— ✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧ TRACKING
— ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧ COMBAT
— ✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧ STEALTH
— ✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧ STRATEGY
— ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ SWIMMING
— ✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ CLIMBING -
✦ 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 bysmokestar
✦ firstborn daughter ofcicadastarandsmokestar
✦ sister of cicadaflight and loveburn
✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking
✦ peaceful powerplay allowed