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breezepaw

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WHO WANTS TO SLEEP IN A CITY THAT NEVER WAKES UP ✧​
born in the heart of leaf-bare, breezepaw had yet to see the moors without frost tipped blades of grass. everyone spoke of the season with such revere. even her mother's stony face lit with joy. a devout warrior, a formidable opponent, the woman was many things, but joyful? the thought made the apprentice laugh to herself. maybe the sun could thaw the coldest of hearts, or maybe silentstorm was just celebrating one seasonal change closer to her brood being adults, when their actions could no longer soil her name.

breezepaw didn't think she minded, being blood of a strong, loyal warrior was enough for her. she was ready to prove herself until the day she died, but perhaps first she could experience the grass turn green. it was warm that day, songbirds called out in the distance beckoning a spring wind to blow. blue gaze scanned the camp, landing on a similarly blue patch. that wasn't there yesterday, or maybe it was. the sprouts were settled in an odd corner, skillfully etched in the ground dancing around a shadow. the plants were only just beginning to bloom, petals still wrapped tightly around each other. it was as if they were holding onto the last bit of leaf-bare, holding out from a full bloom in case the ground were to freeze again.

timid little things, breezepaw moved to closer inspect, long legs condensing into a crouch. she reached her neck out, gently grabbing the stem of one unripe wildflower and pulling her head to uproot it. back to her paws with a subtle stretch, long strides were taken back to the molly's small nest. she took it, and tucked it safely into the weavings. she didn't know why, and if asked she didn't know if her actions could be justified. it just felt nice, maybe it would make her feel closer to the happiness of new-leaf, or maybe understand it more. ​
 
──⇌•〘 INFO 〙 It is good fortune for the cats of all clans that leafbare has not clawed and stolen most of the year's suns. At times, in his birthplace, it seemed as though they would never see the ground free of snow or the sky its greenleaf-blue. Wolfsong was born just after the cusp of winter and did not witness the coming of emerald vales for many moons after the deaths of his parents, whose burials —such as they were— had to wait until the ground thawed. Here, at least, it seems that the warmer months are not browbeaten into submission.

Of course, Wolfsong doesn't mind the snow or frost, and even enjoys them at times, but he understands that in the wake of so much struggle, prosperity is a welcome face.

"There will be more flowers for your nest soon," he comments after noticing the apprentice's new addition. "More than you could ever use, I imagine. The moors are kinder to flowers than forests are— meadows are always brighter without the crowding of trees."
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Harrierkit as per usual is poking his nose around all corners of camp, it just so happens this time to land him at the paws of Breezepaw and Wolfsong. The apprentice Was holding a flower in her mouth, it was not fully bloomed yet, and similarly Harrierkit didn’t know what a fully bloomed flower looked like.

Wolfsong assures there will be more flowers for nests soon, more than Breezepaw could ever imagine. Harrierkit finds it hard to believe that the once blank white land was going to turn into a beautiful collage of colors. He would never not believe a lead warrior though. ”Is it true that the yellow flowers on the gorse will bloom soon?” Small, yellow buds were beginning to appear within the thorns. It was crazy something so dangerous and prickly could bloom something as innocent and well-meaning as flowers.​
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( primary character / "speech" / ic opinions )​
╰ 🪶 ჻ 001 GENERAL INFORMATION ,
· SOOTSTAR, male — he / him
╰ ‣ 2 moons . pisces. ages on the 14th
╰ ‣ windclan kit . believes in starclan

╰ 🪶 ჻ 002 VISUALS & AESTHETICS ,
· DOMESTIC FELINE, smells of the earth and dry grass , status — 100%
╰ ‣ blue and brown chimera . average sized WindClanner . yellow eyes

╰ 🪶 ჻ 003 MENTALITY & MANNERISMS ,
· ESTJ-A ❝ EXECTUTIVE ❞ , Slytherin, Chaotic neutral
╰ ‣ self-reliant, loyal, disciplined, direct, impatient, unsympathetic, judge mental
╰ ‣ finds moderate difficulty in relating to others . can be cruel, but typically displays mercy

╰ 🪶 ჻ 004 INTERACTIONS & RELATIONSHIPS ,
· WEASELCLAW x SOOTSTAR, sister to Windstrider, Sootchaser, Moorkit, Adderkit, Bluekit & Cottonkit
╰ ‣ nephew to Mintshade & Bluepool
╰ ‣ sexuality unknown
╰ ‣ apprentice to TBD
╰ ‣ poor fighter . poor hunter .
╰ ‣ will start fights . unlikely to flee .
╰ ‣ attack in underline . penned by user @ava.​
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❪ TAGS ❫ — The dark apprentice had been seated outside of the apprentice's den, swiping his pink tongue over his forearm and making sure all of the individual hairs were dust-free and groomed down. An emerald eye flicks over where both Wolfsong and Harrierkit were commenting on what appeared to be Breezepaw fixing a flower into the weavings of her nest. It wasn't as if Snakepaw particularly cared about run-of-the-mill chit-chat, with WindClan's open nesting spaces it was nearly impossible to miss whatever was happening at any given moment.

Breezepaw, from what he knows, is a fellow pure-blooded marshland cat. She isn't necessarily on his "radar" and likely won't be, unless she does or says something questionable in the future. Harrierkit is too, he supposes, but he has less than amicable feelings toward Sootstar's brood for personal reasons. Wolfsong, however... A brief stare is thrown in the direction of the lead warrior; he is probably expected to revere and admire someone of such status, but Snakepaw doesn't know if he'll ever be able to truly respect a former rogue. They were dangerous and lawless cats with no respect for borders, his father has always told him. Snakepaw had only been small when Sootstar brought a horde of them into WindClan's ranks, a decision very divisive and controversial indeed. He supposes that none of the former rogues have turned on WindClan thus far, but he knows to never turn his back on one.

Whatever. He fixed his attention onto Breezepaw now, questioning, "Why bother to decorate your nest, anyway? The flowers will only wilt and die soon." It may have seemed like Snakepaw was only being a judgmental little snob as per usual, but there was genuine curiosity present as well. He never understood the fascination behind shoving plucked flora and various moorland findings into one's nest, especially if they would only shrivel up in a matter of days. The nest would just look uglier than it did before!​
 
WHO WANTS TO SLEEP IN A CITY THAT NEVER WAKES UP ✧​
breezepaw was sitting back, contemplating a different place to nestle the premature plant, wolfsong’s approach drew her head from it’s cranes position. the lead warrior spoke of the whole moor covered in them. she tried to picture it in her head, but to little avail. ”have you seen it?” she asked, hoping for some insight to complete the image.

her gaze swept over to harrierkit, inquiries about the gorse blossoming with shades of yellow. she didn’t know flowers could grow amongst thorns. in her head they were fragile things, the duality perplexed her. she looked back to wolfsong to wait for his answer. however, more paws were approaching and now a question was addressing her.

reluctantly, she looked over to snakepaw. why, he asked. breezepaw remained silent for a few seconds. she didn’t know, but his green eyes were expectantly waiting for an answer that she didn’t have.”because i wanted to,” breezepaw hummed, a confident tone found itself despite her own lack of knowledge. however, as he said they would only wilt and die, what then? ”i can just replace them,” it seemed like an obvious answer.

she let her words hang for a few moments before the corners of her mouth twitched upwards. ”did you want some? i’m sure we could find something green, to match your eyes,” maybe if he could experience it for himself, he wouldn’t ask so many questions. she knew he would likely not go for it, his disdain already expressed, but she wasn’t asking to be nice. that much was evident in the playful glint in her eye. much like the ebony tom, she was curious to how he would react.​
 
Bluekit wanders after her brother, eyes half-lidded and sleepy from a mid-day nap. He is looking at something, and Wolfsong and Snakepaw are looking, too, so she squirrels her way between them all so she can be involved. Her gaze settles onto the nest, noting the wildflowers studding the weaving like gemstones. Flowers are a new experience for her, a new sight and smell -- she leans close to Breezepaw's nest without asking, inhaling the sharp green scent from the severed stems, the spicy bite of the petals, the core. It's pleasant in a way, but her eyes begin to water nonetheless.

She's would normally agree with Snakepaw, that there seemed to be no point in decorating one's nest -- but there's something so lovely about the contrast of the blooms to the rest of the weavery that she can't bring it in herself to agree with him. When Breezepaw offers to help find Snakepaw his own wildflowers, Bluekit looks at her hopefully and mews, "My eyes are green, too."​

[ PENNED BY MARQUETTE ]​
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──⇌•〘 INFO 〙 "Here in WindClan? No. Sunstride and I came too late for that." Of course, Wolfsong can sense that Breezepaw is searching for something substantial, for a story she might visualize, so he obliges. "But I have walked other moors like ours, where it seemed that there was a flower for every speck of blue in the sky. Some brushed my legs as I walked, and others rose above my head in spirals of pale purples and yellows." He is certain the same will be said about WindClan when the time comes, and that day is not so far off if she has already found herself flowers.

Wolfsong casts a glance at Harrierkit and smiles. "It is, though you may not want to try picking those. There will be many other flowers far less thorny to take with you." But Snakepaw, as he is wont to do, seems intent on undermining Breezepaw's choice. She forges on in spite of it and Wolfsong cannot help admiring her for offering flowers to him. Will he be less of a shit with a gift?

His head dips close to Bluekit, still smiling warmly as he had for her brother. "So they are. A pink or purple flower may complement them well. Perhaps orange."
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❪ TAGS ❫ — An obvious answer, indeed, though it didn't make it any less dumb. Why spend all of that effort plucking flowers for your nest? All one did was sleep in it; did it really have to look special?

Another snarky comment about to roll off his tongue, Snakepaw was interrupted by Breezepaw's suggestion of picking flora for his nest. Snakepaw finds himself slightly flabbergasted by such an idea. Instead of being met with a retort, which he constantly braced himself for, he is only invited to participate. Huh. How does he even respond?

His brows quirk for a moment, the cogs in his brain wheeling as he scoured for a response. Then, his signature sneer returns and settles onto sharpening features. "No." A blunt answer masks perhaps what he could only describe as embarrassment. What would his father think if he decorated his nest when he could spending that time doing something productive? Just the thought of receiving a judgmental look from him prompted a knot to well in his stomach.

With that, Snakepaw ducked his ears and turned to leave.

// out 😭​
 


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Harrierkit had thought decoration with flowers was creative and cool; he had admired Breezepaw’s idea. It had been short-lived, because when Snakepaw argues it’s not worth it since they’ll wither and die anyways he can’t help but agree. What a waste of time! There were better things to do if the decoration was that temporary… Still, Breezepaw tries to get Snakepaw to try, offering to find colors that could match his eyes. Bluekit pipes up as she usually does, informing that her eyes are green too. Cuz’ we couldn’t see that ourselves… his inner-voice grumbles, ignoring her for the most part after that.

No. Is how Snakepaw replies, it was swift and blunt, then he leaves. Harrierkit finds admiration for the dark-furred apprentice, he’s always seemed the productive type, a go-getter. He’s always ignored Harrierkit, but he guesses it must be because of super important apprentice duties.

Wolfsong informs him his question is true, but he shouldn’t go for the thorn filled flowers. The warning and Snakepaw’s words combined was enough to disinterest him, he casually trails away from the scene too.​
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( primary character / "speech" / ic opinions )​
╰ 🪶 ჻ 001 GENERAL INFORMATION ,
· SOOTSTAR, male — he / him
╰ ‣ 2 moons . pisces. ages on the 14th
╰ ‣ windclan kit . believes in starclan

╰ 🪶 ჻ 002 VISUALS & AESTHETICS ,
· DOMESTIC FELINE, smells of the earth and dry grass , status — 100%
╰ ‣ blue and brown chimera . average sized WindClanner . yellow eyes

╰ 🪶 ჻ 003 MENTALITY & MANNERISMS ,
· ESTJ-A ❝ EXECTUTIVE ❞ , Slytherin, Chaotic neutral
╰ ‣ self-reliant, loyal, disciplined, direct, impatient, unsympathetic, judge mental
╰ ‣ finds moderate difficulty in relating to others . can be cruel, but typically displays mercy

╰ 🪶 ჻ 004 INTERACTIONS & RELATIONSHIPS ,
· WEASELCLAW x SOOTSTAR, sister to Windstrider, Sootchaser, Moorkit, Adderkit, Bluekit & Cottonkit
╰ ‣ nephew to Mintshade & Bluepool
╰ ‣ sexuality unknown
╰ ‣ apprentice to TBD
╰ ‣ poor fighter . poor hunter .
╰ ‣ will start fights . unlikely to flee .
╰ ‣ attack in underline . penned by user @ava.​
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