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there is a light rain outside today. she enters the medicine den with a squirrel still dripping rainwater from the corners of her maw, russet fur soaked and belly round with the preparation of leaf-fall. there is brief thought that such a meal is wasted on the intended recipient . . but not brief enough to keep her from feeling bad enough to press emerald eyes closed in apology anyway. it had taken moons for her to accept that the anger, the blame for her fathers death was no to be put on palefire’s shoulders — moons for her to accept the loss of him, and the great failure that had lead to it. palefire had not lead that wolf to camp. palefire had not wanted to leave her post, so she says and pleaded. it was a mistake, they say, and freckleflame knew it to be true. she was not responsible for the sharp edge of grief that pressed into her until she grew, expanded around it. she learned to live.
when she returns from exile, freckleflame is an orphan. grief shrinks her back down until she can barely breathe.
rabbitnose is buried by the time she returns, a smattering of rain cooling the freshly - turned soil and tinging it a deeper black. there is brief solace that he had at least been buried here, in his home — at least he had not had to live without mousenose for long. a harsh swallow brings thoughts from an ivory face and snowdrop smile, of mushrooms and bugs and back to the present ; the present, where thunder rumbles faintly outside and palefire lies quietly in the dark of gentlestorm’s nest where bodies dot the ground like land mines. perhaps grief had made her less of a clutz, or simply leadened her paws, for she manages to step over them without catching a tail or a resting nose until she reaches her. the rain intensifies, a brief wind fluttering through fern curtains . . she assures the stars that she is no more happy about this than they are.
when she approaches the tangle of moss that palefire had taken up, the molly’s back is turned towards her — fur like painted dawn, a halo of humidity - born frizz lifting the herblined length of her spine. large paws bring her close, drop her catch to the stony flooring and meows a quiet, ” did you know? “ there is no bite. it’s all but a sigh, a rattling breath ; an exhausted absence of emotion that had once warmed her from the core. did she know . . about any of it? had skyclaw told her, warned her, prepared her? she’d been so close to him — until redflower had taken him as a mate, she’d been so close to the tortoiseshell tyrant freckleflame could have sworn it was only a matter of time until the clan bore lilac - kissed heirs ( her stomach rolls at the thought, in a way she can’t explain ). was it possible for her to have been blindsided, betrayed as she seemed? a grey cloud hangs over her, dark enough to match her own, and they are both far too tired for the warble of animosity that trembles between them.
( show me your pain and i will show you mine ).
when she returns from exile, freckleflame is an orphan. grief shrinks her back down until she can barely breathe.
rabbitnose is buried by the time she returns, a smattering of rain cooling the freshly - turned soil and tinging it a deeper black. there is brief solace that he had at least been buried here, in his home — at least he had not had to live without mousenose for long. a harsh swallow brings thoughts from an ivory face and snowdrop smile, of mushrooms and bugs and back to the present ; the present, where thunder rumbles faintly outside and palefire lies quietly in the dark of gentlestorm’s nest where bodies dot the ground like land mines. perhaps grief had made her less of a clutz, or simply leadened her paws, for she manages to step over them without catching a tail or a resting nose until she reaches her. the rain intensifies, a brief wind fluttering through fern curtains . . she assures the stars that she is no more happy about this than they are.
when she approaches the tangle of moss that palefire had taken up, the molly’s back is turned towards her — fur like painted dawn, a halo of humidity - born frizz lifting the herblined length of her spine. large paws bring her close, drop her catch to the stony flooring and meows a quiet, ” did you know? “ there is no bite. it’s all but a sigh, a rattling breath ; an exhausted absence of emotion that had once warmed her from the core. did she know . . about any of it? had skyclaw told her, warned her, prepared her? she’d been so close to him — until redflower had taken him as a mate, she’d been so close to the tortoiseshell tyrant freckleflame could have sworn it was only a matter of time until the clan bore lilac - kissed heirs ( her stomach rolls at the thought, in a way she can’t explain ). was it possible for her to have been blindsided, betrayed as she seemed? a grey cloud hangs over her, dark enough to match her own, and they are both far too tired for the warble of animosity that trembles between them.
( show me your pain and i will show you mine ).
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i. @PALEFIRE BOO !!
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AND I AM A WITNESS WATCHING ITFRECKLEFLAME 𖦹 . LESBIAN, SINGLE. SMELLS LIKE SUN - WARMED OAK AND RICH, EARTHY MUSK. TWENTY MOONS OLD. FRIEND & SISTER TO MANY! NAMED A WARRIOR OF THUNDERCLAN ON 8 / 3 / 2023. MENTORING BRAVEPAW! PENNED BY ANTLERS
-----------------------------------------she / her, eldest daughter of the late rabbitnose and sunfreckle. big, fluffy cream - ribboned tortoiseshell with seaglass eyes. she is fire - forged, smoldering ; something bright and voracious, radiant as the blazes that once raged through her homeland. shades of vibrant russet, dousing swathes of shadow and interwoven with ribbons pale cream come to drape like licks of flame over her hulking form. a heft of roundness settles comfortably upon her form in adulthood, padding muscle hardened by her life in the forest and yet still partially concealed beneath a tangled thicket of undergrowth - laden pelt. warriorhood had brought her to full height ; kittypet lineage showing itself in glimpses of rotund paws and tufted, long - furred toes set upon thick, tabby - splotched limbs. she is broad shouldered and square - jawed, wild cheek fur like the blazing edges of a red sun — a mirrors image of her father, sunfreckle, and just as warm.
