backwritten SOMEONE LOVED ME ⁀➷ flamestar


ˏˋ* ⁀➷ "Flamestar," Fallowbite greets the leader with a dip of its head. It's more respect than it affords to most, though its snaggletoothed jaw remains set stubbornly. Tufted paws pad across the threshold of the leader's den. She is quick to settle - awkwardly, given the extra weight - and let out a long breath. "I need to talk t'you."

No room for argument. "I know you're, uh, busy and all..." The molly mutters, its single eye drifting around the den aimlessly. It has never cared much for formalities, and its mind is already made up. No use wasting time. "I won't beat around it. I don't want the name Fallowbite anymore. It's..." Violent, angry. Fitting. A name given by Howlingstar when it aligned itself with her killers. Its stomach twists. "...not the kind of cat I want to be." Not the kind of cat any child deserves as a mother.

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  • FALLOWBITE ⁀➷ she / it, warrior of thunderclan, fourteen moons.
    a scarred, pointed brown and white molly with shaggy fur and golden eyes.
    standoffish and solitary, quick to scare off any who try to get close.
    baying hound xx npc, littermate to antlerbreeze & doepath.
    peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
    penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
 
It is a surprise to see Fallowbite enter her den, but she welcomes the expecting queen with a warm gesture to join her. The leader blinks, her gaze resting on the other's rounded belly...a situation she knows all too well. Braveheart had been laid to rest beside his parents, leaving behind his mate and unborn kits. There are many things she wants to say, but Fallowbite begins before her apologies can be spoken. "Of course." She would never deny anyone a moment to talk.

A brief flicker of surprise flashed through her eyes as the other requested a name change. "It's...not the kind of cat I want to be." The leader remained quiet for a few heartbeats, before tilting her head ever so slightly. "Very well..." She hadn't been approached before by a clanmate for a name change yet. It felt wrong, replacing a name given by Howlingstar...but she wouldn't say no to Fallowbite, she had been through enough already. "I will preform the ceremony at the upcoming meeting."

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FLAMESTAR.BIOGRAPHY ㅤ/ ㅤTOYHOUSE
afab (she / her)ㅤ / heterosexual, widowed, formerly taken by flycatcher
41 moons old ㅤ/ ㅤages realistically, every 20th of the month
leader of thunderclan for 4 moons

lily x storm ㅤ/ㅤ mother to: falconheart, stormfeather, lilykit, butterflykit, bugchaser, squirrelsong, sunbird, ravenblaze, sparrowpaw
ㅤpenned by Icey ! ㅤ/ ㅤmessage Icey ! on discord for plots!
ㅤmentoring bayingpawㅤ / ㅤmentored: cloudyfur, acornwish, merlinpath

flamestar's fur is a vibrant hue of red, riddled with thick classic tabby markings. her fur is medium in length, and she has a large, feathery tail. her chest, belly, tail tip, and her paws are dipped white. flamestar's eyes are a dark, deep shade of green. her right shoulder has a large scar on it from a fight with a dog. she also has a shredded ear from a disagreement with a loner during her time alone before joining thunderclan. on particularly cold days, or sometimes before a major weather change, she will walk with a slight limp from her shoulder injury. she has a large usually visible scar on her left shoulder from her battle with skyclaw over thunderclan's leadership.
 

ˏˋ* ⁀➷ Flamestar doesn't understand. Of course she doesn't. She is the one with the power, and a name to her is a matter of ceremony and loyalty. She doesn't understand how it felt, to tear a piece of itself away and take on the name that everyone else thought it should have. To have itself defined by its mistakes, its cruelty, a brand given by a noble and kind leader whose death she failed to prevent. "No," she barks, politeness forgotten. "I don't - those ceremonies aren't mine. Never were. And I don't wanna be whatever you think I should either."

ThunderClan's traditions were always her mate's. (Though she still struggles to call him such.) They will be her kits', but never quite hers. Her voice softens. "Braveheart was mine. I was his. And - and I wanna remember. Wanna be what he..." A pause, and the steeliness returns. "Who he thought I could. Someone better." It wants to be kind. Its children deserve kindness, and he was supposed to give it to them.

"Fallowheart. Do your ceremony if y'gotta, doesn't change a thing to me." Its mind is made up. They meet Flamestar's eyes again, hope that she will understand. If she can keep just this one thing, maybe it will almost be like he is still here with them. "My name will be Fallowheart. I need it to be."


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  • FALLOWBITE ⁀➷ she / it, warrior of thunderclan, fourteen moons.
    a scarred, pointed brown and white molly with shaggy fur and golden eyes.
    standoffish and solitary, quick to scare off any who try to get close.
    baying hound xx npc, littermate to antlerbreeze & doepath.
    peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
    penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.