private OUR MOTHER SHOULD'VE JUST NAMED YOU LAIKA ᨒ PEBBLEPAW

[BEEFANG]

ᨒ AN EYE FOR AN EYE, A LEG FOR A LEG. A SHOT IN THE HEART DOESN'T MAKE IT UNBREAK ᨒ​

࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ — Unease and anger washed over her like strong tidal waves as she rests in her nest with her face, ear, and throat being covered by cobwebs. Moonbeam had already told her not to move as much so that she didn't reopen any of her fresh wounds and Beefang can feel the lingering sting of marigold poultice on her wounds. Despite the way that her body aches, how her wounds sting underneath the cobwebs placed gingerly by her mate, and her slight fidgeting as she keeps her singular burning eye trained on the mouth of the medicine den. She can faintly hear the approaching pawsteps of a clanmate and winces at the ringing from her tattered one, she shakes her head once then sees the gray pelt of her cousin parting the moss for him to slip in.

She can feel her mouth growing dry as she faintly remembers him being there when the ground had puddles of her head, the world was spinning, and all she wanted to do was sink her teeth into the next cat that approached her injured side. Her clenched jaw loosens itself as she let's out a soft sigh as she tries reading his expression with her singular eye, she cares for these kits and always had. She still remembers when she had helped Smokestar and another Riverclan warrior bring her three cousins back to camp only to be offered to Hazecloud with her own brood. That had been so lomg ago and now, he's an apprentice training to be a warrior. He had seen her standing there with all the gore and blood yet he chooses to stop by to see her...

"Pebblepaw..." Beefang manages to utter in a hoarse voice only to wince rememebering how she had been shrieking at cats that hadn't truly weren't there, the memory alone is upsetting yet she pushes it away. She's unmoving as well as her amber pool locked onto him as she watches his every move and finally flicks her feathery tail to coax him to come closer. "You shouldn't have needed to see that..." Her voice low almost threatening to become a whisper with how shaky her voice is.

⡠﹞SHES NOT A BAD KID ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ BUT THEY HAD TO DO IT, SHE HAD TO CRACK﹝⠢

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  WARRIOR SKILLSET;
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧ HUNTING
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧ TRACKING
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧ COMBAT
  — ✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧ STEALTH
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧ STRATEGY
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ SWIMMING
  — ✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ CLIMBING
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  ✦ a shorthaired black smoke molly w/low white and a singular amber eye
  ✦ oftentimes comes off as untrusting of those around her, closed off, and not the easiest to engage in conversation with, she's not easy to befriend. distrusting of outsiders and will snap at you if y/c walks up to her on her blind side. all her opinions are IC only.
  ✦ 12 moons old; ages the 10th every month
  ✦ asexual homoromantic; mated to moonbeam
  ✦ currently mentoring... n/a ; formerly mentored by smokestar
  ✦ firstborn daughter of cicadastar and smokestar
  ✦ sister of cicadaflight and cricketchirp
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✦ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[PEBBLEPAW]

(☼) heavy white-stained paws plod softly into the medicine den, river-hued muzzle parting the moss that curtains off the ailing from the healthy. dark orange eyes fall upon the one he seeks, black and white fur swathed in cobweb and herbs, the once fur-fluffed face slick with oily poultices. the cavern where a singular icy eye had once lived is no longer blessed with sight, and the lone honey yellow optic finds pebblepaw's frame. exhaustion and unease swim in equal measure within his cousin's broken gaze. "hi beefang," he murmurs to her greeting, pulling his feathery tail around as if collecting himself. she looks better, but odder. somehow, the sight of her gushing crimson from her body is less unsettling than the sight of her now, tied down with her own wounds, small amongst a backdrop of carefully prepped moss and feathers. his cousin has always been a strong, fearsome sight. she looks alien right now.

"it should't have happened to you," or to anyone. with the loss of an eye, perhaps she feels closer to her late father. smokestar had been eyeless since before pebblepaw was born, and bore his scar with pride. beefang, he's sure, will develop a similar scar sooner or later. "are you..." he swallows, moving closer to her nest and settling himself in a seated position. "uhm, are you okay? now?" uncertainty clouds his voice, young vocals strained with worry. "i-it looks like moonbeam did a good job. i was, uh, worried about you."

I DO NOT HAVE WINGS, LOVE ☼ I NEVER WILL

• // this is sooo late i'm sorry wahh " #848DAE"
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  PEBBLEPAW ☼ HE / HIM, APPRENTICE OF RIVERCLAN. MENTORED BY FOXTAIL. 8 MOONS OLD, PENNED BY LAVS
  
  
  a large blue tabby with low white and vitiligo. pale blue fur covers the length of pebblepaw's stocky body, sliced through with darker tabby stripes and spots. baleful orange eyes peer out of heavy set sockets, and his muzzle, paws, and tail tip are dashed with white.

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