pafp room to fall || prompt

[Flamestar]

She had been delighted when her son had agreed to take a walk with her. With Stormfeather, now in the Medicine Den, and since she was chased out if she visited too often, she had been spending more time with Falconheart. As they padded along the trail, she glanced over at him. He wasn't a little kitten anymore...now, he was around the same size as her. His fur was thickening around his collar and tail, mirroring her own pelt. If his pelt was flame red, they would look very similar. Her heart ached, remembering the days he and Stormfeather would chase bugs, or when they would pretend to be leaders and deputies. At the time, she had been so ready for this moment...but now that it was here, she wished for the days when they were protected in the nursery. She had already proved that she couldn't keep them safe from everything out here...Stormfeather was proof of that.

A long sigh fell from her jaws, a cloud of air forming in front of her. Leafbare had returned, marking its claim on the forest with a fresh blanket of snow underpaw. She had wanted to possibly hunt, but so far she hadn't caught scent of anything so far. They weren't a hunting patrol, but bringing back anything was always a plus, especially now. She worried for her kits...this would be their first leafbare that they would experience true hunger. Her clanmates had starved last leafbare to ensure they hadn't gone too hungry, but now the roles were reversed. Stormfeather would be fed, but there were other risks involved with her going through the winter in her current state.

They were near the Windclan border now, but not close enough to alert a patrol. Red hues caught her attention, and she motioned with her muzzle in the direction of the moors. "Look at that sunset...it's beautiful." she said quietly. Somewhere out there, far, far away was that large body of water that they had seen. She hadn't really talked much about the journey since they returned, only sharing the traumatic events that had occurred. Perhaps it was time to share some of the other things that they had seen...after all, it hadn't all been bad. She watched for a few moments, before turning to him. "Believe it or not, every night the sun goes down into water. We saw it in the mountains...it was unbelievable. I never would have believed it if I hadn't seen it for myself." ​

★ don't need to save me

• prompt: an early sunset
  please wait for @FALCONHEART​
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  FLAMEWHISKER of THUNDERCLAN
  LH red tabby with low white (masks black tabby, carries dilute, solid)
  — Lead Warrior of Thunderclan ; currently mentoring Acornpaw
  — she/her ; mated with Flycatcher
  — mother to Stormfeather & Falconheart
  — 27 moons ; ages on the 20th
  — Smells like dirt, old leaves, tree sap, faint hint of flowers
  — will start a fight, will finish fights, will kill (case depending)
  — "speech" ; thoughts ; attacks
  — penned by Icey ! ; link to tags
  — link to toyhouse​

 

[FALCONHEART]

Falconheart has grown to cherish the time that he spends with his family—the recent closeness with his mother has been a gift, in his eyes. He’d feared that as Stormfeather was heralded as a hero of the clan, he would be left behind in the dust, the son who couldn’t pass his first assessment. But in between her visits to his sister, Flamewhisker has taken to patrolling alongside him; a grin stretches across his face as he considers the change. It may have felt suffocating if his mother were doing it out of a need to protect him, as though he were still a kit in need of defense, but as it stands he is just glad to be near her.

"It is beautiful," he agrees with Flamewhisker, blue-green gaze sweeping across the moorland sunset. He shifts closer, though, as she explains the way the sun had gone down into the water on the journey. "I should have gone with you," he says at last, a small frown settled on his muzzle. If he’d gone with them, maybe he could have seen all the things they’d seen. Maybe he could have helped bring back the lungwort that the clan needed so much. Maybe he could have kept Stormfeather safe, even if he had to be hurt instead. She should be here, watching the sun set over WindClan’s territory with their mother, not lying in Berryheart’s den unable to walk. "Wait—it goes into the water?" The full realization of what she’d said strikes him, and he cocks how head curiously to the side.​

[ find me way out there ]​

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[freckleflame]

she will feel as though she is interrupting — but it wasn’t as if she could have avoided it, being on dusk patrol and all. she pries herself from the undergrowth, noisily, leaves rattling as they make way for her to step through. flamewhisker and falconhearts presence isn’t a surprise ; they’d been chatting and, if she were being honest, not all too quietly. so when she appears, it’s with a lopsided grin, using the only bit she’d managed to coherently catch to trill, ” what goes into the water? “

it’s almost dizzying, how similar the pair look. she wonders if her peers think the same of her and her fathers, regardless of how much more similar sparkwing would be at his side and mousenose at rabbitnose’s. it didn’t matter, really ; she was similar enough in stature, in the roundness of her face and length of her legs. she shakes her thick coat and knows she gets it from sunfreckle, just as falconheart got his from flamewhisker, casting her gaze towards where she and her son gaze. the moors — a sunset, spraying orange and gold over the horizon. it would be nightfall soon, but she takes a moment to appreciate the sight regardless, breathing a soft, joking, ” seems like th’ days get shorter and shorter in leafbare. you think the sun gets cold, too? “

maybe it falls behind the trees and curls up, burning bright to conserve its warmth for the next day. she would understand, truly.

𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝙼𝙴 𝚂𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙴 -`☀︎´- 𝘗𝘓𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘌 𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘠 𝘍𝘖𝘙 𝘈 𝘞𝘏𝘐𝘓𝘌 𝘕𝘖𝘞

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• 𖦹 . LESBIAN, SINGLE. SMELLS LIKE SUN - WARMED OAK. SIXTEEN MOONS. FRIEND & SISTER TO MANY. NAMED WARRIOR OF THUNDERCLAN ON 8 / 3 / 2023. PENNED BY ANTLERS .. !!!
  f. she / her, daughter of sunfreckle and rabbitnose. large cream - ribboned tortoiseshell with seaglass eyes. larger than life! shades of vibrant russet, dousing swathes of shadow and interwoven with ribbons pale cream come to drape like licks of flame over a thick, broad - shouldered figure.
  
  unspecified maine coon heritage born of sunfreckle's kittypet background shows itself in large, round paws and tufted, long - furred toes set upon thick, tabby - splotched limbs. a characteristic lack of personal space leads her to a slouching, touchy posture, often inclined to lean or bump against her peers, all while bearing a wide, bright - eyed grin. she seems to sing confidence from every laugh, every word.. that can't all be for show, can it?
  
  ——— ˙⋆ — prone to bouts of explosive emotion. all opinions are solely in - character and during these times, often untrue or said only in anger.
  
  

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[batwing]

.i'll be your calm, —————————

————————— before the storm!.

▵ ———————— ◮ ———————— ▵

He had hardly thought of the journey since settling into his new roles. Of course, things reminded him. The snow was the most obvious, Hailstorm's grief, Stormfeather's body... all of it was stuck somewhere in his head, shoved in a box and taped up, left in a closet around the corner. Somewhere not even he would think to look, somewhere that he couldn't and wouldn't go looking for it. He had been leading Tigerpaw through the forest- trying to get her familiar with the paths she hadn't yet walked- when he happened up the small grouping of cats.

His eyes blinked, catching the tail end of the conversation, and Freckleflame's question. A tiny chuff left him as he approached, keeping his distance from the mother-son pair. He didn't want to necessarily interrupt their conversation as he dipped his head towards the former, but he drifted his emerald optics towards the daughter of Sunfreckle. "The sun." He said softly. The sun and moon- two constants he had grown used to during the journey. Everything else had changed, except for them.

Even the stars had been slightly different when he was away.

"I don't know. Maybe it does get cold." Batwing said. His thoughts were distracted, vision casting down towards his paws, where snow melted around him, clung to his paws. He could notice the intricate way the grass laid over his paw pads, yellow and brown beneath the thin layer of snow that settled here.

@tigerpaw. apprentice tag

"speech"​

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[tigerwing]

tigerpaw still held a small regret over not being able to take care of and protect the clan like she had wanted to. she only became one that needed help. an insecurity she has not and would not talk about. she just wished she could have. she didn't know what she would do about the rogues. she didn't know what she would have done about the sickness. would she have actually been able to be helpful?

she shook her head, casting a grin towards batwing. she'd missed a lot of training since she was sick, especially with the recovery time that she had to take, so of course tigerpaw was eager to do whatever was asked of her to try to expel the massive amount of energy the molly held.

since they were practically alone, she would be frolicking and following her mentor eagerly. Of course, filling his ears with chatter as well.

though it slowed as they approached others, a grin casting towards flamewhisker, falconheart, and freckleflame in greeting. "whoa! so does that mean the sun can breathe underwater?" she asked, amazed.




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