oh, you fill my head with pieces 》 FLORABREEZE

[KITESTORM]

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As soon as Kite heard the rustling of fronds and the indiscernible meows of Skyclan's finest in the near distance, Kite was on their paws at once. Kite purrs lightly, bounding their way through the throng of cats who pressed through the camp's entrance. They waited (impatiently) for the lovely face of Florabreeze. "Welcome back," Kite calls softly as they catch sight of their friend. The tabby's heart flutters erratically as moonlight casts an illuminating silver glow over Florabreeze's masked face, the effect of such a sight results in a tight-lipped smile and a less subtle, excited whisk of their tail.

"How was it... as a lead warrior?" Kite asks as they brush their head against the Maine Coon's shoulder, guiding her towards a quieter and less excitable part of camp. As they walk in sync, Kite nudges their nose into the crook of Florabreeze's neck, nostrils flaring as they inhale the muddied scent of Four Trees- the clearing they've only seen from afar but hopes to sit visit soon. Kite is glad Florabreeze does not mind the way in which they sit too close when they speak, their dulled expressions and the strange way they smell, taking in the world (and the way in which her friend experiences it) through their sensitive nose.

Earlier in the day, the two agreed to steal some time for themselves after the gathering and before Florabreeze went away, leaving for her other life without Kite. Kite sits down next to Florabreeze and lays down on their side, blinking up at their friend as they search for words. With an undertone of nervousness in Kite's voice, they murmur, "I'm really..." Proud? Enamored? Scared... Happy "...I was so... happy to hear Orangestar appoint you as lead warrior. I am... I think that is so... cool."

Cool!? Kite's ears shoot backwards as the word leaves their mouth and they shrink into their dark fur. They likely picked up the word from one of the younger members of the clan they speak with... never has this word been apart of their vocabulary until now. Instead of just continuing to stare at Florabreeze blankly, Kite lurches forward. In a quick movement, Kite throws their muscular forearms around Florabreeze's neck and tries to use their strength to gently pull the she-cat into the ground. Maybe the surprise will make Florabreeze forget her use of such an unfamiliar word.

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• @Florabreeze
• — black tabby with a small stature and compact muscles ; TAGS
  — 39, ages every 21st
  — they/them
  — speech
  — peaceful powerplay allowed

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[Florabreeze]

While Florabreeze had found the gathering interesting and enjoyable enough she found herself growing antsy in anticipation as it went on, anticipation for what? She wasn't really sure, all she could really think about with each new cat spoke with and with hearing new information that she was excited to tell Kite about it. So by the time she reached camp with the rest of those in attendance tonight she found that she had an extra pep in her step. The reasoning behind such a good mood came in the form of a black tabby with an unusually soft expression, despite their best efforts to hide it. An unusually soft expression... for her, at least she assumed so since she didn't normally see them look at anyone but her in that manner.

"I'm not keeping you up am I?" She purrs with a grin, nodding at the others as a form of goodbye before turning her attention completely to Kite. She only beams at them as they brush their head against her shoulder, following their lead as the pair part from the group. She takes the time to admire them under the gaze of the moon, she always had an appreciation to see her clanmates at night. This was something that she rarely got to see due to the constraints of being a daylighter, there was a certain beauty to the night, one she hadn't been able to admire for a while. It felt extra special with Kite, she kept noticing how seamlessly it would be for them to slip into the darker recesses of the night if they so wanted.

"It was, really no different then a normal gathering. I guess it felt different?" She shrugs, a trill of a purr filling the air around them as Kite nudges their nose against her neck. It had never really been something that Florabreeze minded, especially since she had slowly started to realise just where her heart laid with them. Beyond the precipice of friendship and into that murky unknown territory, the one that had caused her and her ex-mate to part ways.

"Well it was strange to be called a lead warrior in front of the other clans, apart from that it feels no different" her confession comes with a chuckle, with a flick of her tail she sprawls against her friend. She rests her tail across Kite's back, a make shift cover against the chill of the leaf-fall night. Their murmur causes her head to tilt curiously as she watches them speak with interest. "Ah- thank you, I... It means a lot to hear that you're happy" she completely misses the term of cool until a beat passes between them.

"Cool?" She's brought to a pause as the word registers, in that same moment she is gently pulled to the ground, wrestled by the much more muscular Kite. "Kite- hey!" She cries out in a fit of giggling as she tries to playfully bat her off. There's no real power behind her attempts, relenting to the whims of the black tabby.

Her tail curls around their hind leg as she eventually gives up on trying to push them away. "I uh- I have something I wanted to talk to you about, if it isn't too late" too late in the evening or too late in general? She wasn't too sure, but she asks regardless. "Do you... What do you think about love?" Florabreeze felt kittish to be asking about this, conversations like this were never her strong suit and she's only been worse with it since her most recent relationship ended.

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  FLORABREEZE 𖧧 She/her || Daylight Lead Warrior of SkyClan || 36 moons
  ❥ A large black tabby maine coon with low white and bright green eyes, always wearing her mushroom print collar if she can.
  ❥ Mentored by Sorrelsong ／Mentoring Jellypaw & Sfogliatella
  ❥ “Speech”, thoughts, attacking
  ❥ Penned by Juice ⏐ouijeejuice on discord {open to being dmed for plots}
  

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[KITESTORM]

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Kite does not know the circumstances of Honeysplash's and Florabreeze's split, only that it occurred. Them being mates only mattered to Kite as Honeysplash was just another important individual in her friend's life, they did not speak at all as their paths do not cross much anyways. There is no denying that Kite's fondness for Florabreeze extends beyond just friendship... their heart grows heavy when Florabreeze leaves each night and an invisible thread tugs at their chest, urging Kite to follow after. At night the thread is taunt, a reassuring force that every dawn Kite will see Florabreeze return. The molly keeps Kite in the clan, cements themself as one who can be trusted... for if they were dangerous, would Florabreeze even consider having the conversation ahead?

Kite grasps onto each word Florabreeze speaks, a brief confession that being a lead warrior feels no different in truth. Kite believes after some quick rumination that perhaps the word they were searching for, rather than 'cool,' was maybe... attractive. It was attractive that Florabreeze proves themself in each and every way that they deserve the recognition they were rewarded. Kite is wholeheartedly impressed that one can gain enough merit to be given such an honor. The tabby feels proud to see her... friend... rewarded, praised for all they have done.

The giggles of Florabreeze which ariseafter Kite wrestles her down are infectious, they infect Kite with a true smile, albeit rough around the edges and lopsided. Large paws are batted away softly by their small ones before surrendering, collapsing onto Florabreeze and hiding their glee, to be so close with another, in the fur of Florabreeze's chest. Kite wishes they could keep Florabreeze locked in this moment, their head settled into her chest listening to the thrumming of her heart. So fast... Ears prick at the quickening of Florabreeze's heart and they lift their head, a quizzical expression darkening their features. They tilt their head as they search Florabreeze's face in concern, but it does not take long for the reason of her rapid heartbeat to be revealed. Do you... what do you think about love?

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The question floods their mind's eye with a gruesome scene, one caused by their own paws they were just kneading into Florabreeze's flank happily. Their eyes dilate as the imagery is so clear they can smell the blood of their victims... the way in which those to marsh cats moved in sync, it was clear the two shared some sort of love, the way in which the she-cat reached for the tom. The two haunt Kite, it is not as though their spirits visit but oh, Kite remembers them in moments such as now- when their feelings for Florabreeze become too real. Kite can only find relief that the two have each other in Starclan now... right? Broken bird, I'm sorry for what I did.

A deep inhale as Kite screws their eyes shut and the memory is sealed away. They shut their maw, which they now realize may have been agape with shock. "Love?" Kite hums, pushing themselves upright and shying away from Florabreeze as they consider the question. The shock of such a memory returning sends trembles through Kite, which they do not want Florabreeze to feel. "...I love my family, of course..." Kite dips their head, looking upwards through their eyelashes at Florabreeze nervously.

Kite would be an idiot to pretend to not know where this question came from. The truth is that they know well, they've just been avoiding any... discussion of their relationship at all costs. It is obvious, from the reaction they just had at this question that the subject is touchy... they are at the precipice of a moment which could very well change the course of their fated purpose.

"You're dear to me Florabreeze... I think you complete me in a way I did not know...to be possible..." The words flow. "I thought I was incapable of caring for anything as much as I care about you." The truth. "...I sometimes do not feel things... as I should, I think. What I feel for you is so strong and truer than... than anything." Fear. Kite cannot muster the courage to voice the fears that threaten to overwhelm them every night when they are left to their own devices.

Kite remains rigid as they speak, their shoulders haunching as they consider each word carefully. They bite their lip as they turn their head, forcing themself to look into Florabreeze's spectacular eyes. Their ears lower nervously, fearful that maybe all they said was not good enough. Kite murmurs softly, "I think... you're what I have been searching for. I don't think I have... cared... no, loved someone as much as I love you, Florabreeze. It seems... insane to say this after knowing you for not that long, but I think... in some ways I've known you my entire life." Dim eyes begin to glisten as Kite opens their heart to Florabreeze and as Kite contends with wanting to remain in this moment but recalling the cruelties they have committed, could still commit.

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• — black tabby with a small stature and compact muscles ; TAGS
  — 39, ages every 21st
  — they/them
  — speech
  — peaceful powerplay allowed

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[Florabreeze]

There's a distant look in Kite's eye, if Florabreeze wanted to maybe she could assign assumptions there, the lack of knowledge she holds over their past hangs heavy in moments like this. She doesn't wish to, busy focusing on just how close the pair were for this discussion. The rise and fall of Kite's chest, how the air around them lost it's chill, how the gentle beams of moonlight are able to capture a softer side to the ex-rogue. It seems that something clicks in the other skyclanner in this moment, the way their eyes shut and that deep gasp for air. The removal from being by her side is not a great sign, insecurity is not something that Florabreeze experiences often but in those waves that where it's pulled in she feels it intensely. In a blink she's back in the corner of the nursery with Honeysplash, having a quiet discussion about love and what that means for both of them. Florabreeze has always struggled with giving her heart solely to another, something such as love can't be weighed down in her mind and that didn't align with what her ex-mate wished.

It happens, cats grow distant, love can mean different things to different cats and yet she finds herself fearful of that same rejection occurring here. "Mhm, love" she repeats, the fear she feels not evident in her tone, a light breeze as always. So she shifts to be lying against the earth below, giving Kite the courtesy of not having to look up for this conversation. She takes her time in this moment, gearing up for some kind of gentle let down, eyes unintentionally dissecting every movement and micro expression that the black tabby made.

They love their family, a soft exhale escapes her, of course they do. She can't imagine how hard it must be for them to be away from their family, even of their origins. It mustn't be easy for family to be seen as an enemy of the clan and she wouldn't wish that for anyone, truly. Or maybe that was her bias for Kite coming out and latching to her usual sensibilities. The conversation takes a turn and Florabreeze can't help but let herself relax a little, shoulders loosening the tense posture they had and face morphing into something of pure adoration.

"I think you feel things just fine, you're kind Kite." There's firm sincerity in her tone, not allowing any space for a counter argument. Because why would one argue about being seen as kind? She stretches a paw out to close the distance between them, upturned and toe beans facing the sky, an open invitation for intimacy, to bridge that gap between them. "I love you, Kite" it's spoken clearly and yet she feels like it was a shout despite that breathy tone to it, heart hammers as she considers what this means going forward. "I... It's common for me to fall in love with multiple cats. I want you to know that but that doesn't mean the love I have for you is any less genuine" she won't let the same mistake happen here, Kite was too important to her to allow any kind of discrepancy of misunderstanding occur.

"I know we don't know each other well and that's okay because we have so much time to know eachother. I just can't go another day without you knowing this though" they've been dancing around each other for long enough. Feelings have been known for one another, sometimes it really feels like the entire clan has known before they've ever spoken about it. Truthfully she doesn't wish to lose anymore precious time together, there's a pleading look in her citrine eyes, begging for Kite to know what she means. "I love you, I will say it as many times as you need to hear it. I'll yell it so all of the clan and all of twolegplace knows it too if that's what you want" I'll do anything you want.

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  FLORABREEZE 𖧧 She/her || Daylight Lead Warrior of SkyClan || 36 moons
  ❥ A large black tabby maine coon with low white and bright green eyes, always wearing her mushroom print collar if she can.
  ❥ Mentored by Sorrelsong ／Mentoring Jellypaw & Sfogliatella
  ❥ “Speech”, thoughts, attacking
  ❥ Penned by Juice ⏐ouijeejuice on discord {open to being dmed for plots}
  

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[KITESTORM]

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The individual that Kite loves never judges them and never reinforces the timorous statements they make; there's never a moment in which they truthfully feel ill at ease around Florabreeze. Florabreeze assures them that they are kind, that maybe they're not broken and just like that, Kite wholeheartedly believes this to be true. Neither is there any doubt that she loves them back. Kite places their paw on Florabreeze's, presses it against her much larger pawpad. The touch is enough to wholly pull them out their stupor and Kite moves forward, closer to her love.

"I don't mind," Kite breathes as they stoop down to Florabreeze's level. It doesn't matter if Florabreeze's heart has enough love for many at one time. Kite is sure (though it feels unbelievable) that beyond doubt there will always be a chamber of Florabreeze's heart meant just for them. "I swear, I'll never doubt your love." They lay down beside Florabreeze, resting their head right in front of hers.

The brief solace Kite felt leaves as quick as it came. The tabby tries to focus on Florabreeze's breath whispering against their whiskers, for fear they'll begin to slip away from this moment. They can feel agonizing thoughts of fear- fear for something Kite can not even admit to themself- beginning to crawl along their spine. Do not ruin this... please, Kite pleads to themself, twisting closer to Florabreeze as though closer proximity will wash away their intrusive anxieties.

Kite knows what Florabreeze means without even seeing the pleading expression of her white mask. "We'll have all the time, my love," they say tenderly, the corner of her maw contorting upwards as they titter, "You can tell the clan later, just..." Kite leans forward swiftly and presses their nose against Florabreeze's cheek, against the tips of her ears, white eyelids, and her own nose before pulling away, albeit grudgingly. "Just stay here with me... before you have to leave... as mates, hm?" Florabreeze must return to their second home soon but tonight it does not sadden the tabby as much, not with the comfort of knowing she'll return at dawn, as her mate. Kite is not worried that Florabreeze's reaction to the use of 'mate' may be negative and so they quickly lower their head again, pressing their forehead against the chin of her mate's. "Stay for a while longer."

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• — black tabby with a small stature and compact muscles ; TAGS
  — 39, ages every 21st
  — they/them
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[Florabreeze]

She knows that realistically there isn't anything that happens when Kite presses their paw against hers but in this moment, wrapped in so much love she could swear a tangible spark is felt. A static shock maybe? Followed by warmth, it's all consuming and it leaves a hunger in her. She knows it well with her age, that hunger is felt in the streets of twolegplace in her younger years, in a cat long gone from those streets. That hunger has been felt in echos within camp but in this moment she could swear that it has never been so devouring. I don't mind they say, it feels almost as easy as breathing to her.

She takes a moment to let Kite's words wash over her, the love she feels won't be doubted. There's relief, impulsively she brings her nose to Kite's cheek and rasps her tongue to smooth out the fur against their jaw. Kite's anxieties are unknown to Florabreeze in this moment, surely there will be a time where they might be shown in the light of day. Tonight, underneath the gentle beams of the moon she pays no mind to it. In this moment they can enjoy a relative peace, she purs as bodies move and align to press against one another.

They would have to part soon, it was hard with Honeysplash and it will be no easier now. Her smile is tender and she practically preens at the way my love sounds coming from Kite's voice. There's a sigh of contentment at the feeling of their nose against her cheek "You're right dear, I'm already late... I can stay a little longer" her laugh comes across as a chitter with whiskers twitching in delight. The use of the word mate carries ghosts, she may fret over it later but she has experienced heart break before to know that the word can mean two things. It can be associated with more than one cat, if she was younger maybe there would be a sting but she is fortunate to have lived with that feeling before.

Her conversation with Edenberry sits in her mind, it would be fine. She's loved more than one before, surely Kite has considered that a level of care for her ex-mate would be there. Kite had been there while she suffered the hardest blow of that heart break, of course they wouldn't leave now. There's consideration behind the use of the word, of that Florabreeze is sure. "As mates" she whispers in confirmation, resting her head on top of Kite's. That sounded just fine to her.

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  FLORABREEZE 𖧧 She/her || Daylight Lead Warrior of SkyClan || 36 moons
  ❥ A large black tabby maine coon with low white and bright green eyes, always wearing her mushroom print collar if she can.
  ❥ Mentored by Sorrelsong ／Mentoring Jellypaw & Sfogliatella
  ❥ “Speech”, thoughts, attacking
  ❥ Penned by Juice ⏐ouijeejuice on discord {open to being dmed for plots}
  

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