pafp OH, BOTHER ⭃ a last resort

[LITTLEPAW]

༻ ♥༺ Ever since her honey fiasco in Gentlestorms den, Littlekit had been craving for another taste of the sweet golden treat- it called the kittens name in her sleep, making her stomach grumble despite it being full. There had been once or twice where the chimera had contemplated faking some mystery illness, if just to get another chance to taste the messy but delectable substance- though, Dovekit’s recent attempt had proven that idea to be not that good.
Today, the kitten stares longingly at the medicine den, a contemplative frown on her lips. So lost in want, Littlekit hardly notices the looming presence that has walked over to her- says something to her. Saffron hues turn to meet deep verdant and like clockwork, an idea begins to glimmer behind outstretched eyes. It was Flamewhisker who had approached, and she was very important… a… a… debutant? Whatever mama had said while rambling about ranks and whatnot. Lifting a chocolate forepaw, Littlekit beckons Flamewhisker to move closer so she could whisper her request in the queens ear, a desperate resort, as Littlekit would normally never dream of being so bothersome. Whenever Flamewhsiker would comply, the black-ribboned child would only have a singular moment of hesitation before finally whispering, “Honey. I need the honey.”

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── THE HASSLE, THE FIGHTING ⋅ ࿏ ⋅ THEY ALL WANT A BITE OF ME ──┐‎

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  PAFP — @Flamewhisker
  
  

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  LITTLEKIT ✩ she/her, kit of thunderclan, 3 moons.
  ⭃ Amber-eyed, dense-furred chocolate smoked she-kit with black ribboning stretching across her face, foreleg, and tail.
  ⭃ daughter of Roeflame && Burnstorm ࿏ sister to Beetlekit && Dovekit
  ⭃ 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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[Flamestar]

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊When she had emerged from the nursery, she had spotted the daughter of Roeflame and Burnstorm staring off into the distance. The queen had watched her for awhile, and when she hadn't moved she decided to pad over and join her. "Hello, Littlekit. Whatcha looking at?" The question went unanswered, and she wasn't even sure if the she-cat had even heard her. Flamewhisker tilted her head, and leaned down to make sure the kit was alright. She was still breathing at least..."Are you okay dear?" she spoke again, worry starting to lace her voice. She rose her head, starting to scan the camp for the kit's parents, when suddenly Littlekit beckons for her to lean in, and begins to whisper in her ear. Honey. I need the honey. The deputy blinked, then glanced towards Gentlestorm's den, before returning her gaze to the kit. "Is your throat sore? I'll take you to get some honey. Come on, let's go." she flicked her tail, gesturing for Littlekit to follow.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── I WOKE UP IN TEARS ⋅✩⋅ WITHOUT YOU BY MY SIDE ──┐‎

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• FLAMEWHISKER ✩ she/her, deputy of thunderclan, 32 moons, ages on the 20th
  ⭃ LH red tabby with low white (masks black tabby, carries dilute, solid)
  ⭃ widowed mate to flycatcher / / mother to: falconheart, stormfeather, sparrowkit, sunkit, mothkit, scorchedkit, and squirrelkit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ will start a fight, will finish fights, will kill (case depending)
  ⭃ link to toyhouse
  ⭃ penned by Icey ! ↛ @icefang65 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[GENTLESTORM]

'CAUSE SOMEWHERE DOWN THE BANK — His paws were at work that he hadn't realized anyone approaching and he picks at the raven feather that had been given to him by Sunfreckle, it had been a gift when he had been made medicine cat apprentice. It reminds him of his late friend and Magpiepaw this being enough for him to tuck it into his plush coat as he scoops up dry bedding from the nests since he wanted to make sure that Nightbird's comfortable. The bright coat of his dear friend is the first that he sees and Gentlestorm can't help but be the slightest bit worried as he begins to wonder what could be wrong that warrants a visit "Hello friend, how could I be of service?" A simple inquiry as a faint smile forms on his maw though his attention shifts when he notices the dappled pelt of Littlekit and his snout scrunches up with confusion. Was there something wrong with the meek daughter of Roeflame and Burnstorm? His pelt prickles and his bushy eyebrows knot with worry awaiting an answer from Flamewhisker though he can't help noticing that Littlekit seems distracted or rather very focused.

Her honey fiasco in the back of his mind as his ears angle forward and the pale healer speaks "What is it you seek, Little Bear?" An eyebrow quirked at her as he calls her by a nickname he had decided to give her after she had finished some honey all by herself and it's homage to his late mate, Little Wolf, that he believes to be rather fitting.

WHERE THE DOGS ROAM ✿ POR LA CALLE QUE TE LLEVA A CURICÓ

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  MEDICINE CAT IN TRAINING;
  — ✿✿✿✿✿ FLESH WOUNDS
  — ✿✿✿✿❀ INFECTIONS
  — ✿✿✿✿❀ ACHES & PAINS
  — ✿✿✿❀❀ ILLNESS
  — ✿✿✿❀❀ BREATHING ISSUES
  — ✿❀❀❀❀ TRAVELING HERBS
  — ✿✿✿❀❀ BROKEN BONES
  — ✿✿✿✿❀ KITTING
  — ❀❀❀❀❀ POISONS
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  ✿ a longhaired blue sepia tom w/low white and brown eyes
  ✿ gentlestorm is a very warm individual and friendly to those who he meets, he's very social and willing to lend anyone a paw if they need it. he's very patient, caring, and it's usually rare to earn his ire.
  ✿ 55 moons old; ages the 27th every month
  ✿ widowed mate of little wolf
  ✿ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset ; peaceful powerplay allowed
  ✿ "speech", thoughts, attacking

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[LITTLEPAW]

༻ ♥༺ Flamewhiskers reaction is admittedly not the one Littlekit had expected. When worried verdant eyes turn onto her, asking if her throat was sore, the patchwork kitten realized she now had two choices left out in front of her. Faking an illness in order to steal Gentlestorms herbs would be a terrible thing, something mama undoubtedly would scold her for. Yet… there was a small itch bubbling, wasn’t there? The treat would be put to good use with her. Unable to get her tongue to form a spoken lie, Littlekit only gives a ginger nod in reply. Soon, she is trailing on the queens heels, crossing the threshold of draping foliage into the medicine den. She can see the silhouette of the pale healer turn in their direction upon their arrival, and Littlekit opts to remain tucked behind the ginger molly, a singular sunshine optic peeking from behind her hind leg.
What is it you seek, Little Bear? Gentlestorms voice is kind, deep and velveted, and Littlekit’s brows knit with a silent conflict. “Uhm..” How could she lie to him now? He called her by his nickname for her and all. After a moment, Littlekit takes the third route, and lifts a chronically quivering smoky forepaw to give Flamewhiskers flank a gentle tap, rounded eyes asking for the queen to be her voice. This had been a terrible idea, how was she supposed to choose between doing the right thing and her sweet treat? There’s another bubble in the kittens throat, born from her current crisis- yet, this is no scratch. It… it’s…
“hic! hic-up!” The hiccups take her by surprise, and fear begins to swell in an all-too-wide gaze. “What’s-hic! H-happening- hic!” Starclan must be punishing her… no this was the universe. Tears spring to confused eyes, “I…I-hic- I lied! I’m-hic- sorry!” With her bottom lip protruding, Littlekit confesses her crime to Flamewhisker, the hiccups that plague her putting an involuntary bounce in her stance. “M’just-hic wanted the-hic- honey…”

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── THE HASSLE, THE FIGHTING ⋅ ࿏ ⋅ THEY ALL WANT A BITE OF ME ──┐‎

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  LITTLEKIT ✩ she/her, kit of thunderclan, 3 moons.
  ⭃ Amber-eyed, dense-furred chocolate smoked she-kit with black ribboning stretching across her face, foreleg, and tail.
  ⭃ daughter of Roeflame && Burnstorm ࿏ sister to Beetlekit && Dovekit
  ⭃ 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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[Flamestar]

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ As her friend pads towards them, the deputy dips her head in greeting. She looks down to Roeflame's daughter who was tucked behind her leg, and she offered her a reassuring smile. "It's alright, Gentlestorm doesn't bite." she said softly, but it didn't seem to help. The fluffy tom then asks Littlekit what she seeks, and instead of a response, she feels a paw tap her leg. She looks down with a worried gaze, poor thing, her throat must hurt so bad she can't speak. Flamewhisker flicks her tail to briefly touch Littlekit's back, before returning her gaze to the Medicine Cat. "I'm worried she may have a sore throat," the Molly began, "she was asking for-" Her sentence was cut short as a hic! Hic-up! came from her side.

It didn't take long before panic settled in as Littlekit experienced hiccups for the first time. Flamewhisker glanced behind her to quickly scan the camp for the pelt of her denmate, but it didn't seem Roeflame was in the camp. "It's alright...they'll go away soon." She lifted her paw to try to wipe away some of the kit's tears, and while she did so, Littlekit confessed her crime. “M’just-hic wanted the-hic- honey…" She blinked, her gaze darting to Gentlestorm's for a moment, before returning to her. "You just wanted the honey? Your throat doesn't hurt then?" A prickle of irritation caused her ear to twitch, but that was the only give away that she was upset over the kit's lying. Roeflame had told her a few days ago about another incident where the kits had faked an illness...she hadn't expected another so soon. "Gentlestorm needs his honey for cats who need it." she began slowly, but firmly. "It is sweet and tasty, but if he were to give it to everyone, then when a clanmate needs it he wouldn't have any. Does that make sense?"

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── MY DARLING ⋅✩⋅ WHO KNEW ──┐‎

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• FLAMEWHISKER ✩ she/her, deputy of thunderclan, 33 moons, ages on the 20th
  ⭃ LH red tabby with low white (masks black tabby, carries dilute, solid)
  ⭃ widowed mate to flycatcher / / mother to: falconheart, stormfeather, sparrowpaw, sunkit, mothkit, scorchedkit, and squirrelkit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ will start a fight, will finish fights, will kill (case depending)
  ⭃ link to toyhouse
  ⭃ penned by Icey ! ↛ @icefang65 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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