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[Snowlark.]

Please wait for @Briarpaw.

[ ༻❄༺ ] He knew it must be hard for Screechpaw and Briarpaw alike. To lose someone close, and yet the way Briarpaw handled it, from standing out in the rain and hardly showing emotions even if they were trying to stay strong...they needed something to help them, to get them out of such a numbing mindset because that could cause so much more harm to one over any good. Snowpaw knew very well when they had lost their own parents and decided to shut themselves out, that it didn't do him any good, and he was worried Briarpaw would do the same. So even if it was against her best wishes he had pushed her to join him in finding rocks or other things that they could put on the late tom's grave.

Yellow gaze focusing on the marshland before them, careful to not step of any frogs that might cross their path before spotting something admist the hardly flourishing land. Yellow tiny flowers and he blinked before gently plucking their stems and turning to look at Briarpaw. "What about these ones here Briarpaw?" he asked the older apprentice as he came to show what he found. He'll let her decide if they would be good or not for Sweetpaw, afterall she had knew the other better than Snowpaw had and he rather get the approval before grabbing anything that might not be to Sweetpaw's likings.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── You ve wasted your life , but thanks for applying ──┐‎

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  Snowpaw ❄ He/Him, apprentice of Shadowclan, 9 moons.
  ⭃ Lithe long hair blue lynx sepia with high white, and yellow eyes. Stubby tail, permanent resting bitch face
  ⭃ Hailfreckle x Mudsplash
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by Ryn ↛ @/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[Briarthorn]

.·:*¨༺🕷༻¨*:·. Lately, Briarpaw had been walking the thin line of her behavior being excused by her grief and it affecting her reputation with an unsavory touch. The apprentice had always been aware of what others thought of her, made it a mission to study the language of the body, the eyes, even the way those she interacts with shifts their stance in her presence, it all means something. Snowpaw’s offer was quickly shot down the first time, but after the third time the alabaster tom insisted, Briarpaw had begrudgingly agreed, even if only to avoid publicly striking a clanmate. The duo walks in silence, Skunktail trailing somewhere behind, if only so they could have the courtesy of saying they were under a warrior’s supervision. Frogs litter their pathway, their songs grating against large ears, so she flattens them.
When Snowpaw comes to a stop, Briarpaw pauses as well, hazel hues wary and scrutinizing. He turns, and her optics fall to the yellow blooms he holds. What about these? He asks, and Briarpaw cannot hold her stoic composure any longer, brow bones knitting together and pupils narrowing into slits. Sweetpaw would have loved those. Sweetpaw wasn’t here, why was she looking for treasures her brother would never get to enjoy? Flowers he would never get the chance to bury his nose into?
Why was Briarpaw here?
The ebony apprentice blinks, and Snowpaw is still looking at her with those damned flowers. "Those are fine." Briarpaw looks away, pretending to busy herself with another nearby patch of eye-catching foliage, vines hugging around a boulder wedged into the muddy ground, ugly and twisted. The facade turns genuine when evergreen optics catch on something rich in color that poke from behind the rock. Reaching over, claws snag on the bush of thorns that stretch out from behind the ugly vine, yanking a couple of stems towards her until they snapped off with a crack!
Turning back to Snowpaw with her tendrils of thorns in tow, she gives him an expectant stare. What now?

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── ALL YOU HAVE IS YOUR FIRE ⋅ ࿏ ⋅ AND THE PLACE YOU NEED TO REACH ──┐‎

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  BRIARTHORN ꔫ she/her, warrior of shadowclan, 12 moons.
  ⭃ slender, lean-muscled black she-cat with sharp hazel eyes & large ears.
  ⭃ daughter of Forestshade && Vulturemask ࿏ sister to Screechpaw && Sweetpaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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