private SEE U AGAIN 🎀 BLUEFROST & RATTLEHEART

[PINKSHINE]

She had asked really, really nicely if she could talk to Bluefrost… And she had been allowed to, so long as older cats were here... Rattleheart was here and Wolfsong was probably working nearby. She kinda understood why, because… because Bluefrost hit her before, and Pinkpaw had been so mad… like, the maddest ever, even. But now Bluefrost just looked super sad, every time she saw her. Pinkpaw guesses she didn’t really know, but she didn’t feel like Bluefrost would hit her again.

And so… she doesn’t feel like she can stomp into the medicine cat’s den all furious like she had planned to do a moon or so ago. Instead she flops down in front of Bluefrost, smiling, because she couldn’t look as sad as Bluefrost looked all the time. She’d be such a bummer… But it’s a sad kinda smile, so Bluefrost knows she understands and stuff.

…Well, Pinkpaw didn’t really understand, like, um, at all.

" I'm mad at you, " Pinkpaw says. She doesn’t really know if that’s the right word actually, but it’s the closest one she has so… she guesses she’ll use that one. " Um… why’d you? Why’re you…? " she had a thousand questions and doesn’t know how to ask, like, any of them. Why’d Bluefrost smack her? And if she smacked her… Why is she here, now? Was Bluefrost sad, cause everyone was mad at her mom? If everyone was mad at her mom, she'd be so sad forever and ever... That would never happen though, because her mom was perfect and would never yell at cats or make anyone cry, but… That's still her mom...

She settles on a question that has the least words in it... Less chances for her to, um.. mess up. " Are we friends? "

staring at the mirror gotta smile, smile 🌸🌷🦄🦩 don't be late, we got plans!

• ooc: @BLUEFROST & @RATTLEHEART :3
  

• NOTE: SHE IS A FEVER COAT BABY!!
  

  

• ( IT'S TIME TO START A FUCKING RIOT, RIOT! ) PINKPAW APPRENTICE OF WINDCLAN. DAUGHTER TO BRIGHTSHINE & HEAVY SNOW. SISTER TO HEATHPAW, DOWNYPAW, & FINCHPAW.
  —— SHE / HER; UNOPPOSED TO THE USE OF OTHERS
  —— CURRENTLY 6 MOONS OLD. AGES EVERY 16TH
  
  A tiny, longhaired calico she - kit with sunburst eyes ringed blue around her pupils (central heterochromia). While you can clearly see her flame markings on her face, the rest of her body is currently covered by a grey fever - coating. Though the whites of her are still very much visible. Pinkpaw bounces around WindClan without a care in the world! Her emotions are big, and she makes little effort to regulate them, resulting in both her usually cheerful disposition, as well as making her prone to sudden bouts of extreme anger or sadness. Rarely seen without a smile!
  

  HEAVY IC OPINIONS! Pinkpaw is a very irrational and childish character!​

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[RATTLEHEART]

When Pinkpaw had initially expressed an interest in talking to Bluefrost, Rattleheart couldn't help but feel the slightest bit uneasy. Not because he really thought Bluefrost would lash out at the apprentice or be unkind to her - she seemed too broken down to even consider such a thing right now - but he could still remember what had happened between the two of them moons ago. Pinkpaw had every reason to be upset about Bluefrost lashing out at her, even if it had been in the heat of battle. The tunneler had his doubts about whether or not she really knew the severity of what had happened that day, and what Bluefrost had been dealing with, but that didn't take away from the hurt. After all, his own healing wounds still ached whenever he moved, regardless of whether or not he had forgiven the younger warrior for them.

So, even though he - for the most part - trusted both of the cats present, he had still chosen to serve as essentially an escort for Pinkpaw while she talked out her feelings. Emotions that had clearly been brewing for quite a while, considering he wasn't sure he had ever seen the apprentice focus on something for so long. Besides, a visit to the medicine den was hardly out of the ordinary for him these days. His injuries from the final battle were still being occasionally checked on by Wolfsong, and he was content to settle nearby and let the medicine cat continue to look him over if needed. Rattleheart didn't offer up any of his own words at the moment, figuring they really weren't needed, but he did nod a little in Bluefrost's direction as a silent greeting. He wasn't sure how'd she react to Pinkpaw's questioning - especially with such a blunt query as are we friends? - but hopefully fences would be mended without issue.
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[ PENNED BY EO ]​

 

[BLUEFROST]

Bluefrost has not strayed from her nest except for basic bodily necessities, and even then, she has been accompanied. Scorchstreak’s suspicious amber gaze hangs on her pelt whenever she leaves the relative sanctuary of Wolfsong’s den, and Rattleheart is never far from her side. What would have been an annoyance in another life is met with easy, quiet acceptance now, however. The small gray she-cat is a silent shadow of the moorland princess who had worn blossoms in her fur, who had basked in her mother’s approval, in the glory of StarClan’s favor. The life has been snuffed from her green eyes, though there’s a spark of something when a tiny calico approaches on hesitant paws.

“I’m mad at you,” Pinkpaw says. Bluefrost shifts in her nest, her expression wary. “I know,” she murmurs. The little she-cat asks her why, and Bluefrost’s gaze flicks to her paws. Her mouth tightens into a thin line, one akin to a cat who has stubbed their paw on a sharp stone. “I’m sorry I hurt you.” And she finds this is true—she is sorry she’d attacked Pinkpaw, who she’d always liked and felt relatively protective over before WindClan had been split down its middle.

But is she sorry for staying loyal to Sootstar—to her mother, her mentor, her leader? She cannot say she is. It would be a lie. Uncomfortably aware of Rattleheart’s presence, Bluefrost shifts in her nest, restlessness stirring in her chest and belly.

“Are we friends,” Pinkpaw asks, and Bluefrost’s eyes flicker forward, centering on Pinkpaw’s rounded, kittenish face. Friend. She had no friends left. Did she? Even Rattleheart is wary of her, surely, and she has every right to be. Bluefrost does not blame any of them for the guarded look in their eyes now when they turn to face her. Had she been in her former position of power, of glory, wouldn't she look upon them the same way?

“I don’t know anymore,” she says quietly. “Do you really want to be my friend, after everything that’s happened?”

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

• ooc: —
• 
• Bluekit . Bluepaw . Bluefrost, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 13 moons old, ages realistically on the 14th.
  — mentored by Sootstar ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a.
  — windclan warrior. sootstar x weaselclaw, gen 2.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh blue and white she-cat with emerald eyes. aloof, dignified, poised, haughty, composed, distant.
  
  

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[PINKSHINE]

She likes Rattleheart a whole lot. And even if she didn't really think Bluefrost would do anything... she likes that they're here. After mumbling her question, she would shoot them a look, saying: Is that ok? Pinkpaw doesn't really get nervous a lot... She doesn't like being nervous, so she just decides not to be, most of the time... But what if her and Bluefrost can never be friends again? She thought she wouldn't care if Bluefrost's totally evil, but she didn't seem totally evil...

I know, Bluefrost says, and Pinkpaw blinks at her. it's a lot simpler, than yelling at her or getting mad back. She just knows, and Pinkpaw's... glad, she thinks. I'm sorry, she says, and, um... Pinkpaw already forgave her a few moments ago... " It's okay, " she mews. Not that it'd be okay if Bluefrost ever hit her again, but... maybe that was a mistake. Mistakes happen, sometimes.

And Pinkpaw had expected a simple yes or no, when she asked if they were still friends, but instead Bluefrost says I don't know, and Pinkpaw tilts her head. Pinkpaw didn't know either, but that's only because she didn't know how Bluefrost felt. If Bluefrost doesn't know how she feels, she can tell her... Do you really want to be my friend, after everything that’s happened?

Earnestly, Pinkpaw nods. " Mm - hm, " Blue - ringed eyes blink up at the warrior. A few moons ago, Pinkpaw would've never thought about it, but when a bunch of cats crowded around Sootstar, she thought, " If everyone was mad at my mom, I'd be really sad... " she says. " My mom wouldn't ever make any good cats mad, but um... " the thought occurs to her just then. " Maybe... you thought that, too? "

She scrunches her nose, pondering a mean Brightshine. No way that could possibly exist... but... Pinkpaw doesn't know what she'd do if someone else told her she's mean. She'd probably think they were crazy... And talking to Bluefrost now wouldn't change that, she doesn't think...

" I think you're really brave, " she says eventually. She doesn't really know if that's the right word, but Scorchstreak had called her brave and she liked it, so maybe Bluefrost would like it, too. " Can we be friends, pretty please? "

staring at the mirror gotta smile, smile 🌸🌷🦄🦩 don't be late, we got plans!

• 

• NOTE: SHE IS A FEVER COAT BABY!!
  

  

• ( IT'S TIME TO START A FUCKING RIOT, RIOT! ) PINKPAW APPRENTICE OF WINDCLAN. DAUGHTER TO BRIGHTSHINE & HEAVY SNOW. SISTER TO HEATHPAW, DOWNYPAW, & FINCHPAW.
  —— SHE / HER; UNOPPOSED TO THE USE OF OTHERS
  —— CURRENTLY 6 MOONS OLD. AGES EVERY 16TH
  
  A tiny, longhaired calico she - kit with sunburst eyes ringed blue around her pupils (central heterochromia). While you can clearly see her flame markings on her face, the rest of her body is currently covered by a grey fever - coating. Though the whites of her are still very much visible. Pinkpaw bounces around WindClan without a care in the world! Her emotions are big, and she makes little effort to regulate them, resulting in both her usually cheerful disposition, as well as making her prone to sudden bouts of extreme anger or sadness. Rarely seen without a smile!
  

  HEAVY IC OPINIONS! Pinkpaw is a very irrational and childish character!​

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[BLUEFROST]

Bluefrost’s gaze falls back down to her forepaws, which crunch moss and straw almost absently. “It’s okay,” Pinkpaw tells her earnestly. It’s okay Bluefrost hurt her in battle—it’s okay Bluefrost was aligned with evil, and Pinkpaw even seems to understand, in her childish, obtuse way. “I did think that,” she mutters, shifting awkwardly in her nest. The wound at her throat begins to sting as she moves. “My mother’s word was law, and she… she was more than my mother. She was my mentor. She was my leader.” Bluefrost’s mouth feels dry. “She created me.” In every sense of the word, Sootstar created Bluefrost—and now, now she’s gone.

I think you’re really brave, Pinkpaw says, and Bluefrost’s startled green gaze lifts once more to search Pinkpaw’s expression.

Now, her throat begins to tighten, though she cannot explain why.

After a few heartbeats, Bluefrost nods her head twice. “Yes, Pinkpaw,” she says, quietly. “Yes. We can be… we can be friends.” She looks almost guiltily at Rattleheart, then murmurs, “Thank you.”

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

• ooc: —
• 
• Bluekit . Bluepaw . Bluefrost, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 13 moons old, ages realistically on the 14th.
  — mentored by Sootstar ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a.
  — windclan warrior. sootstar x weaselclaw, gen 2.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh blue and white she-cat with emerald eyes. aloof, dignified, poised, haughty, composed, distant.
  
  

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[RATTLEHEART]

AS HE RAISED HIS FIST BEFORE HE SPOKE — He's blessedly silent as the exchange between the two goes on before him, nothing more than a still figure meant to offer support to both sides of the equation. And that he did, offering the both of them an encouraging smile when they each looked over in his direction. Rattleheart was hardly sure of when he had taken on the role of clan mediator - therapist, in a way - but he found that he didn't actually hate it. Even if it felt ill-fitting in his own mind, it seemed as though others disagreed, and he was always willing to be a help if he actually could. In this particular instance he seemed even more suited than most, considering his care for both Pinkpaw and Bluefrost. They had both been through so much, even if they had been opposite sides of the coin.

Even with how childish Pinkpaw could still be a while into her apprenticeship, she showed a surprising amount of maturity in how she dealt with Bluefrost's apology. Enough that it seemed like she even understood how Bluefrost had been sent down the path she had ended up on, an understanding that potentially couldn't be offered by cats far older than she was. It was enough to warm his heart, made only more certain as she asked the older tunneler if they could be friends. Almost as if he was witnessing the slow mending of the two sides of Windclan that had been left behind right before his eyes - if only more cats could've ended up like Bluefrost and had the chance to repent and change their minds, instead of running out into the nothingness that Sootstar's ideals had led them to. He didn't blame any of his fellow warriors for not granting the same mercy as he had, but he did wish that more familiar faces weren't lost to them now.

He only finally broke his silence when Bluefrost spoke of her mother's influence, her words ringing out in his mind - she created me. "She might have created you, but she has no control over how you grow now. And how you create yourself." His gaze then flicked over to Pinkpaw, grinning faintly in the apprentice's direction. "Pinkpaw knows better than anyone just how much those around you can help you grow." Over time Pinkpaw had only learned more and more about the family that surrounded her and how much they supported her, that Rattleheart at least knew well. "She'll be a good friend to have." He then gave a brief dip of his head, a return of her thanks and the gratefulness that Pinkpaw had looked at him with earlier.

THE RIGHTEOUS HAND OF GOD 𓆩♡𓆪 THE DEVIL THAT YOU FORGOT

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  ❥ longhaired black and white tom with pale green eyes
  ❥ 48 moons old; ages the 1st every month
  ❥ afab; uses he/she/they pronouns
  ❥ homosexual homoromantic; mated to venomstrike
  ❥ sibling to scorchstreak, lizardbounce, and rabbitclaw
  ❥ currently mentoring downypaw
  ❥ somewhat difficult to befriend; wary but kind
  ❥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ❥ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ❥ all opinions are ic

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