private SHOT A BULLET THROUGH MY WALLET 🎀 MILKTHORN

[PINKSHINE]

Pinkshine trusts Bluefrost, really, truly, um, mostly and stuff... But it's not like Bluefrost has never liked bad cats, or anything... As her friend, she should be able to nudge her when she's friends with someone that's no good... but she doesn't know to much about Thriftfeather. Not about his present, or about his past. Pinkshine had been there as the Clan argued over him. As cats like Vulturepaw and Periwinklebreeze spoke up on his behalf... If she wanted to know more about him, her opinons were laid out pretty clearly to her... Milkthorn in particular seemed to have a lot to say about him, didn't he?

Milkthorn is who of the bunch she can get her paws on first — and she does so swiftly, bounding toward him with an energy mostly reserved for her paw and paws alone... She isn't able to fix her smile so well lately, and camp's atmosphere was suffering for it... or was it her smile that was suffering for the camp's atmosphere? They could both kind of exist, couldn't they? Pinkshine tries to make an effort to fix it, pressing it higher upon her face as she addresses her fellow warrior. " Hi, Milkthorn! Um... " Well, maybe she could call back to something more specific he said, but she can't really remember. Plus, there was a lot of yelling and stuff going on... Whatever he had said, it had been really intense. " I wanted to ask... are you really sure Thriftfeather's... okay? Or is he just kind of okay? Or... " she trails off, blinking expectedly at the tabby warrior.

OOC: @milkthorn.

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[milkthorn.]

Pinkshine was just like her namesake, a shining star of windclan- probably the happiest member he'd say. But he was never good at reading others, never could he really see past what they showed the world. Torn ears flicked, before his bulky head turned from his paws to the molly. He offered a smile back, but his head tilted at her hesitance.

Oh, it was about Thriftfeather. His smile did not faulter through as he repositioned himself. His voice was gravel as he began speaking. "Pinkshine... Have you ever been so scared, that even if you don't like the idea of something, you do it anyways as not to get yourself hurt or yelled at?" He started by asking her a question about how she would feel. "Or someone else you know to be hurt..."

He sighed, the white warrior moving to itch at a spot behind his ear, frowning a bit. "When... I was younger, I may have been an absolute turd, but I at first didn't see Sootstars terror. I had just come back from the journey. I was invested in myself as I didn't have anyone to really, pay attention to. I just wanted to be a warrior. I wanted to make sootstar proud. But I heard stuff, I seen stuff, and the way she spoke made my blood run cold sometimes, the way she spat made me realize that- she was no different than my own shitty mother who outcasted me from her family."

"The reason I didn't keep following her footsteps because I was no longer blind to what was good or bad, but I never had anyone to teach me that. I had to figure it out on my own."

He knew he better get to the point of his story to answer her, before she further got confused. He knew he wasn't a story teller or good at explaining things and he knew pinkshine wasn't asking to beat around the bush. "I... Don't think thriftfeather was ever taught what was good or bad. When he came here-" ghostwail killed his mom. But he wouldn't say that, his eyes holding back what could've been anger for his friend, but something was different in his suddenly cold gaze off in the distance. He knew he shouldn't have heard that. And he would take it to the grave. "he had a really bad influence as the person who took care of him. He felt obligated to follow her footsteps, and unfortunately that meant following duskclan. I feel like- I know that thriftfeather is not a threat. I've been friends with him for a long time- and, he never actually had a bad bone in his entire body. I," a small chuckle interrupted his words. "I think he was always a scaredy cat, he wouldn't pull pranks of putting spiders in the warriors nests with me, and he never really hurt anyone in that final battle. He just defended himself. He didn't go after anyone."

Blue eyes turned to pinkshines, his gaze gentle, and his scarred muzzle twitching a bit. "What worries me is not Thriftfeather, but Duskclan coming to drag him back. And he has a family now- would you do everything in your power to want to see them thrive in safety? Or in fear?"

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[PINKSHINE]

Pinkshine had just expected a yes or no really... not the question that the warrior suddenly poses her. Pinkshine tilts her head consideringly. " Umm... " Has she? She reaches for the times in her life that she had been scared. She had been scared for Sunstar, when that beast tossed him like he was nothing across the moor... She hadn't wanted to leave, but when she did, it wasn't because she was scared of Scorchstreak, it's because she knew that she was super smart, even if she didn't understand why she did what she did all of the time...

She had been scared when Sootstar told them to attack Sunstar - Sunstride then, but Pinkshine - Pinkpaw had firmly stood in saying no, even if she might not have understood the full extent of what she was saying; w hat it would mean for everyone else... Her smile persists, but her face pinches in something that might've been like a frown for any other cat. " I'm not sure, " eventually, she mews.

She listens attentively as Milkthorn goes on, ears flicking with each new bit of information recieved. It's a hard thing to imagine, the cats that raised you not being the best cats in your life... She was such a good cat because Brightshine was such a good cat. How hard must it be to be good, if you're someone like Thriftfeather? If you're someone like Bluefrost? How upset could Pinkshine be at either of them for it? The calico sniffles, " That's like... the saddest story ever! " she despairs, and she needs to tell Milkthorn, " ...I'm glad you're okay, now. You are okay, aren't you? "

Pinkshine shifts on her paws. " I um... I thought Sootstar was super cool when I was little, " she shares, an attempt to relate. " ...Until she yelled at me, anyways. When Sootstar yelled at you guys... did you think - think she was right to? It didn't make you upset? "​