private Only if for a night ❧ Kitestorm

[Florabreeze]

She hated to admit it but maybe she made the wrong call by braving the weather coming to camp today. As the sun began to set and the blizzard refused to cease she had to decide to risk not being able to come back in the morning or have her twolegs stress for a evening. Ditto too, she hoped he wouldn't worry too much. Her mind had been settled, she would rest easier knowing that she could be here to help the clan if they needed it just in case. Even if her daughter may not be thrilled for her to share a den for the night, she doesn't intend to bother her anyways. Just hoping to seek out the company of a familiar black pelt. "Thought you might get cold tonight" she teases with a smile, intertwining her tail along their own, a mix of browns and greys. The howling wind doesn't sound so bad when spending time with Kitestorm, she can feel comfortable knowing she's making sure her loved ones are safe.

As her eyes fall heavy and she curls around her mate she can't help but assure herself that she's doing the right thing. They aren't afforded the luxury of a sturdy den like the twolegs have, though she has to admit she does miss just how warm her own nest can be. Florabreeze in truth isn't too sure what wakes her up, another gust of frightful wind would be her best assumption. Stirring in the nest adorned with moss and feathers she nudges herself to be closer to her mate, making a mrrp of surprise when she realises that they too are awake.

"Bad dream?" Is her first guess, given the fact that they had to witness the death of a clanmate recently she wouldn't blame them. "Did you... Want to talk about Sweetnose?" She isn't sure if they had spoken about it with anyone. Kitestorm can be a mystery to her sometimes, she want's to do her best to understand all the little intricacies they carry.

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  FLORABREEZE 𖧧 She/her || Daylight Lead Warrior of SkyClan || 37 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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Kitestorm feels beyond appreciative for Florabreeze's presence beside them as the blizzard rages outside. The dark tabby is glad to be tucked against their mate, her dark fur serving as extra protection from the draftiness of the den. The grief is not so suffocating in the company Florabreeze, its subdued by the pressure of the black tabby curled protectively around themself and the soothing sound of her breathing. Though there is nothing to erase the strange mixture of feelings consuming them they are relieved to know that worry about their own wellbeing, and Magnolia's, will not eat Florabreeze alive this night.

Sleep does not usually allude Kitestorm now that they have adjusted to communal living, however in light of Sweetnose's death it does not come easy; or maybe Kitestorm fights against the allure of rest and the peace found in sleep. Before they're able to slip into peaceful rest there is the image of Sweetnose is seared into her eyelids, so vivid it was like they were back there beneath the tree she fell from. Maybe lack of sleep is their form of atonement. Olive eyes shift around the den to rest on a snoozing clanmate before flitting away to settle on another all in an attempt to not be trapped in their mind. When this fails they focus on Florabreeze's breath stirring the fur on her neck. Thankfully Kitestorm's tail is intertwined with her mate's otherwise they may rouse her with its lashing.

Florabreeze's sound of surprise elicits a muffled mew from Kitestorm as they turn on their side to now face her, brows pressed upwards in concern. Had something frightened Florabreeze? When it becomes clear her mate is concerned for them, Kitestorm's worry falls and they grimace slightly. "No, no bad dream... just can't sleep." They lean closer and press her nose against Florabreeze's forehead, as if trying to dissuade any further conversation or somehow cast a spell to lure her back to sleep.

Teeth grit as Florabreeze suggests if their restlessness may be caused by the death. They pull their nose away but remains close to her, even tries to press their paws closer to Florabreeze's chest. Kitestorm seeks out the comfort of pressure, a grounding force, as dread makes their heart drop. Their face contorts uncontrollably. After Sweetnose's death they have tried not to speak of it but their behavior has spoken volumes about how much its affected them. "No."

Kitestorm sets their chin down and wriggles their face into the moss to try and guard the blatant discomfort across their face from Florabreeze. "I don't want to," they whisper, shifting their head so they stare at Florabreeze from only one uncovered eye. "...its too much." They would never set the burden of what a broken body looks like upon Florabreeze. Kitestorm's screws her eyes shut and shudders. They have to be careful. They want to tell Florabreeze the truth so badly... she loves them after all, she'd.... try to understand? But the pain which the truth would inflict upon her would be too great. They had a task to complete and they must shoulder it alone. So Kitestorm must walk a unsteady line and remember: the owl had led to Sweetnose's demise.

"She was a good friend. It's... death can't be predicted, just accepted..." There is no resentment towards Florabreeze for wondering if they would want to discuss it; it would be surely healthier if they would.

Their head lifts and Kitestorm tips their head toward Florabreeze, eyes wide with somberness. "Flora..." They utter Florabreeze's shortened name, the name of their separate life, to feel closer to her but also to emphasize their seriousness. "Please... I need you to be careful... there is no way of knowing when danger comes and... and... it was so sudden."Maybe I could have spotted it and scared it away? Kitestorm is loosing a battle to wrestle their panic away but it continues to manifest physically, bringing tears to the corners of their widened eyes. "I can't see you like that. I need you, Flora." Kitestorm's ears flatten against their skull but they are unable to try and hide their emotions from Florabreeze any longer and instead surrenders to them, knowing they will not face judgement from their mate.

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  — a black tabby with a small stature and compact muscles. they're perceptive & clever. may appear unfriendly due to neutral expressions but is very sociable. has a soft, monotonous voice which raises with excitement.
  ✧ 39, ages every 21st ✧ they/them ✧ mate to Florabreeze
  ✧ peaceful powerplay allowed, all opinions IC
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[Florabreeze]

Not a bad dream, Florabreeze can accept that concept just fine, she too finds it a struggle to sleep in these troubling times. Every death feels like a new stone added to the clans shoulders, she wonders how long it would be until it buckled under the weight, if a stone would tumble forward and spill all the contained grief with it. Vigils can only do so much, they don't truly seal up anything but it's a start, even on sleepless nights like this. "I wont force you to talk about it" she mumbles with a tired yawn next to their dark ear, shuffling so their flanks can press against one another. Stretched out limb wrapping itself over the fur of her mate. "It can be good, talking I mean" Kitestorm is a mystery to her, as much as she loves them there is part of her that worries she may never truly know them. They didn't talk about themselves much, each new piece of information can feel like a struggle, the same can go for knowing how they truly feel about something.

She tries to not think much about it, everyone handles their feelings differently. Not everyone is so free with it like she can be, sometimes Florabreeze wonders if her emotions being so well known could be a weakness to exploit. It never feels like that with Kitestorm, in some strange way it truly feels like they appreciate that aspect of her. "It was sudden, as most deaths are" she murmurs in affirmation, what the black tabby had said made sense, she can't help but agree. It seems that they're really telling themself that, Florabreeze doesn't blame the warrior if there are still lingering feelings of unacceptance around the circumstances. "No one could have seen the owl coming" she reasons, the beasts can only be heard for a moment before the worst can happen. One beat of strong wings and that's it. She hasn't seen many in her tenure at SkyClan but she has heard plenty of stories, both from her clan and about what happens to cats in others.

Her blink is slow, sleep clinging desperately to her movements in an attempt to try and take her back to a blissful dream. She fights it though, the seriousness in her mates tone commands it of her. "Of course, I don't plan on being careless" she tries to meet them with a levelled serious expression in turn. They need to know she's serious, she has been since she discovered those slain warriors on the Twolegplace side of the border. Death lingers in her shadow, believing it nips at her heels. She isn't necessarily scared of it, rather just knowing that the possibility of it approaching at any given point is high. A waiver she signed long ago when she accepted to join the clan.

"Kite..." She can't bring herself to say much else, tears find themselves welling up in her eyes. Obscuring the vision of her beloved partner for a moment before she blinks them away. They must be so scared...The maine coon exhales softly, letting go of a breath she didn't know that she held. Shifting so she can press her forehead against their own. "You're not going to lose me, I'm not going anywhere" she doesn't promise anything, she knows she can't keep it. I this moment however she is confident of her words.

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  FLORABREEZE 𖧧 She/her || Daylight Lead Warrior of SkyClan || 38 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 Daffodilpaw
  ❥ "Speech", thoughts, attacking
  ❥ Penned by Juice ⏐ouijeejuice on discord {open to being dmed for plots}

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