private RUNNING ON 20% [✨] Twitchbolt

[FIGFEATHER]

With all the new cats in the den, herself included until she had been dismissed a mere sunrise ago, visitors were always swarming the den. Fireflypaw was doing what he could to swat them off in order to give the injured their needed rest. Figfeather suspects she would've been waved off to if she hadn't been stopping in to get her final dosage of poppyseeds. After she gobbles them up, she sneakily detours to the nest of a brown and white tom.

She hates to disturb him given how gravely wounded he had been during the fight with the foxes. But... she has to. The whispers she had been hearing were startling, usually she'd not believe such nonsense... but Orangestar has been acting... touchy... With a final inner-prayer to StarClan that Twitchbolt had not dishonored his clan as she's heard she gently shakes his shoulder. "Twitchbolt? Sorry, I need to talk to you."

She gives him a moment in case she had awoken him, but past that she wastes no time. "There's whispers, Twitchbolt. Are they true?" Her ask is vague but she figures if it is true the deputy won't need any further clarification. The orange molly looks at him wide-eyed and expectanly.

♡ INFO BATTLE

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  » Figfeather
  » SkyClan Warrior
  » She/her . AMAB
  » Mate to Fantastream
  » Sire to Sangriakit & Coffeekit
  » Mentoring Wolfpaw
  » A red tabby she-cat with a mangled leg.
  » ”Speech”․ thoughts ․ attack
  
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  » A foe in battle whose ability to strategize can shift tides.
  » Excels in strategizing and pre-planning her battles.
  » Fights defensively and to aid her clan to victory.
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

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[TWITCHBOLT]

A few sunrises ago, Twitchbolt had accepted he would be in here for the long haul. Dread and regret raked through him every agonising moment he was sat here, but there was nothing to do except stew, was there? he oncoming days were the most daunting; even when words were exchanged in private, the rumour mill worked quickly, and outstretched shadowy claws toward anyone who would give it merely a moment.

Figfeather was not a cat he knew to be prone to gossiping- so when he met bright orange eyes, and caught the seriousness etched within them, Twithbolt figured she wanted something other than to gawk at what a pathetic heap he was. Part of him appreciated that she asked for clarity- the other part of him resented that he owuld have to tell someone else of his shameful cowardice. It's what's best for SkyClan, he told himself, a reassurance- the resolute spark that Orangestar had received, too.

"... Already?" Because there was only one thing anyone would bother whispering about, when it came to him. He could guess exactly what people were saying. Twitchbolt's stepped down? Wow, took him long enough. I thought he'd be gone in a moon. It was bound to happen at some point, wasn't it?

Miserably, he murmured, "Yes, it's true." He could not look at Figfeather as he said it.​

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[FIGFEATHER]

Misery is firmly settled beneath his green and brown nicked eyes. When he looks to her briefly she feels a pit begin to form in her stomach, he hadn't needed to confirm. In their brief moment of silence, the marmalade tabby knew. He had done it.

As his eyes stray away from her the warrior doesn't know what to think. On one paw, this was her friend, she was suppose to comfort him. She knows if Butterflytuft or Greeneyes stood in her place they'd touch their nose comfortingly to his forehead and whisper assurance into his ear. Figfeather wants to be a good friend, a good companion for once, but she cannot ignore the feeling of betrayal that scratches at her heart. The disgust that rakes at her belly. "...That's what I feared."

'He's not the first,' An inner voice rationalizes 'Daisyflight and Deersong came before him, they both made the choice to step aside too.' Figfeather makes an attempt to flatten her fur when a harsher more criticizing voice begins to shake and rattle the walls of her head. 'And I disappointed with my mother too! I thought Deersong was selfish!'

Perhaps it wasn't the argued selfishness that came in stepping down that upset Figfeather... it was because these cats clutched the very honor she's dreamed since a she-kit of achieving. Yet what did they do with it? They folded their tails in-between their legs and threw it all away. At least Twitchbolt shows the shame she had failed to catch in Daisyflight or Deersong.

The features on her face sullen, disappointment fierce behind her yellow eyes. She wants to ask 'why?!' but instead she says "Get better soon." Far worse could've slipped out of her tongue in that moment, it was best she left before her emotions took over. Turning tail she leaves her friend in his nest and allows the shadow to fall from her pelt as she leaves the den.

♡ INFO BATTLE

• 
  » Figfeather
  » SkyClan Warrior
  » She/her . AMAB
  » Mate to Fantastream
  » Sire to Sangriakit & Coffeekit
  » Mentoring Wolfpaw
  » A red tabby she-cat with a mangled leg.
  » ”Speech”․ thoughts ․ attack
  
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  » A foe in battle whose ability to strategize can shift tides.
  » Excels in strategizing and pre-planning her battles.
  » Fights defensively and to aid her clan to victory.
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

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[TWITCHBOLT]

Feared, she said. Feared, as if she had anything to fear. As if she knew what fear was. Bitterness bubbled up within Twitchbolt, and began to broil into something even more foul tasting. a cat who had never carried the burden of deputyship would never understand the necessity of giving it up. He had not asked to take that mantle- he had not thought himself worthy of it. Neither had anyone else- every Skyclanner had done an awful, awful job of hiding how terrible they all thought he was going to be at it. How surprised they all were that Orangeblossom would ever make such a ridiculous decision.

SHe said nothign else. No sympathy- he'd not been expecting it, having received none from anyone else, either... but it inexplicably stung anyway. At least Orangestar had bothered to ask him why. Had heard the reason for it.

But if Figfeather wanted to blind herself and brand him a coward, she'd just be thinking the same as everyone else, wouldn't she? Eventually she'd be glad. She'd understand- she was a smart cat- that he would only harm them by carrying such a mantle. ​

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