pafp SOMETHING BROKEN ABOUT THIS ☀concerned grown-up chatter

[ROEFLAME .]

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It wasn’t often that Roeflame was able to catch Stormywing during her downtime. Her ashen-furred friend always seemed to be so busy now, though that was likely due to the fact that Roeflame no longer shared a den with the other, or any patrols.
Today, though, the stars seem to align just right and the brassy queen is now settling down beside Stormywing, black bird laying between them as Roeflame tries to remember why she had been no insistent on sharing lunch with the warrior today.
Oh, right. The incident with Fallowpaw the night before comes to mind. While her friends sulky apprentice had been apart of the ring trying to throw Stormywings name into the dirt, Roeflame hadn’t heard Fallowpaw say anything that could match Smokepaws blatant ignorance. Hopefully, the warrior wouldn’t mind Roeflame waiting until now to talk about it. “Do you know what’s going on with the apprentices?” Roeflame muses in between bites of the bird, sending a quirked brow towards a small group that had gathered near the apprentices den. “Some of them- ugh, I don’t know-” the lead warrior rolls her eyes, showing her frustration before she can properly communicate. “Have just forgotten how to act right. Last night I had to give Smokepaw a cuff on the ear, though between you and me it should’ve been a wack.” The time to procrastinate the inevitable is over, and with one last bite Roeflame braces herself for Stormywings reaction. “He was… saying some pretty outlandish stuff to Fallowpaw and some others, about former kittypets, all bullshit.” Roeflame gives her friend a disappointingly knowing look. “I walked up on him talking about you.”

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  ROEFLAME ✩ she/her, Lead Warrior of Thunderclan, twenty-two moons.
  ⭃ petite cinnamon silver ticked tabby with murky green eyes & a small scar over her left eye.
  ⭃ mate to Burnstorm ☀ mentor to Foxpaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ☀ underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[STORMYWING]

It's nice to spend some time with her peers again. These days, it feels like all of her time is soaked up with training Fallowpaw and making sure Thundergleam is up to speed with all things ThunderClan. She missed relaxing with her friends, sharing tongues as they tell jokes. She smiles as Roeflame settles down with their shared prey - a blackbird, one of her favorites. She goes in almost immediately for a bite, tearing free a mouthful before flicking her ears. "What about 'em?" She mews through the food, curious golden eyes watching the queen's face.

She swallows, ears pricking when the news reaches her. "Whoa, go Roeflame!" She cheers in amusement, wishing she could've seen the look on Smokepaw's face when the feisty queen delivered that cuff. But she continues, and her expression shifts from one of laughter to one of surprise and anger. "What?" She huffs, striped tail lashing behind her. "About me? The nerve! What the heck was he saying about me? I oughta go wring that kid's neck!" Muscles tensed, her forepaws brace the ground to sit up, stern face turning this way and that as if trying to locate the apprentice in question.​

 

[PALEFIRE]

Palefire too had observed, on more than one occasion, the disappointing displays of disrespect shown by the group of elder apprentices seemingly lead by Smokepaw. The dark-furred tomcat was at the center of nearly every altercation she'd witnessed of late. Memories spring to mind of the brat antagonizing Ploverhop and stealing prey right from Softpaw's mouth (though in that instance, she was equally disappointed by Nightbird's apparent lack of interest in punishing the guilty party). Admittedly, the arguments they all caused had grown annoying, though she couldn't say she didn't understand their concerns when it came to the.... overwhelming number of kittypets that now resided within their clan. This wasn't Skyclan; they really shouldn't be letting just any odd cat wander in from Starclan-knows-where. She was good at sitting on a fence, though, and didn't want to be caught on one side or the other of these two opposing viewpoints. The pointed molly passed by the pair of friends in time to hear the gist of the conversation, offering each a polite smile as she hestitantly approached.

"They're acting up about all the kittypets that had once been so freely welcomed into the clan. However..." she paused carefully as she chimed in on the conversation, finding a place nearby to settle in with her own morsel of food. Palefire herself held no love for kittypets in general, though a select few had somehow managed to worm their way into her heart. Ivorykit and Dustpaw immediately sprang to mind. Even still, she would never be so blatant in voicing her opinions about her seniors in such an open forum. She certainly wouldn't be mousebrained enough to claim that Stormywing was undeserving of her position here; the silver warrior had been in Thunderclan since before Palefire was born. Smokepaw and his band of lackeys needed to be brought to heel, on that much at least she could agree with Roeflame. "They've clearly forgotten any lick common sense and decency. They're trouble, the lot of them." She wasn't one to talk, really, but she at least had been smart enough to learn from the terrible mistakes her younger self had made. She only hoped that this lot was capable of similar growth.

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• PALEFIRE ♡ she / her, warrior of thunderclan, 16 moons
  ⭃ lh lilac lynx point w/ low white and blue eyes. tall and slender, fast and agile.
  ⭃ currently emotionally withdrawn, all opinions are strictly ic and likely spur-of-the-moment.
  ⭃ single, open to relationships / / mentor to no one // formerly mentored by nightbird
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking.
  ⭃ penned by limerence ↛ @limericks. on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[freckleflame]

memories of soft paws and warm bellies haunt the back of her mind ; moreso nowadays, though less than they had directly after the incident. stories woven from soft, historywise lips, tales of emberstar, howling wind, flycatcher, of a time when kittypets were freely allowed into thunderclan’s ranks against the outraged word of forestborns. the very tale on which their clans were divided, the stem of twining creeper vine — your worth is in your ability, nose touched tenderly to the base of her mismatched ears, and she had believed it. it was enforced, after all, when she was young. sunfreckle’s long-standing place on howlingstar’s council had said more than enough for most to temper their ill attitude towards her heritage. it was okay that her clanmates knew, it didn’t bother her. it didn’t.

still, she liked to think it wasn’t obvious. her bulk tends to get in the way, though, as she was raised and trained to work around. still, freckleflame was notably clumsy — notably hesitant, notably bumbling in things she didn’t excel in. she could hunt peasant with less patrolmates than average, she packed a big hit, but.. that was about it. gossip of large, flabby kittypets will endless bellies to fill, more happy munching on bottomless kibble than scrapping for a mouse.. that wasn’t her. that wasn’t her father, either. ginger - black paws enter camp dragging, forelimbs aching from the impact of her hunting pounce and maw near drooling around a broken spined vole and despite tensions, she felt just fine. really.

curiosity and relief is what brings her initially towards where roeflame and stormywing lounge together eyeing a group of chattering youth just in time to overhear the soft, frustrated breath of her best friend muttering kittypets.

her heart sinks, though she hopes it doesn’t show in the brief falter of approaching pawsteps. instead, she arches her neck downward to bump her head against roeflame’s before rounding the pair, flopping down at stormywing’s side with a groaning stretch. she does not speak, not at first — hopes her lazily flicking tail is enough of an excuse for her forward - tipped, eavesdropping ears. she gives palefire a glance of greeting as she approaches, but it is roeflame’s word that ultimately lifts her head again, ” talkin’ about stormywing? “ she says, near perfectly in time with the grey molly’s about me?!, leaving her maw slack and open with astonishment. something dark and black grows in her belly, tumultuous, nausea biting at the center of her core when she thinks about it. she tries, fails not to let it show, wrapping a thick ginger tail around herself and cutting emerald eyes away under the guise of licking at the matted tip, ” what could they’a been saying? and did fallowpaw say anything back? “ asked in a way she prays is casual, even after purring a brief agreement with palefire’s assertion. surely it did, right? it was fiery like that, like it’s mentor.

if she’d not grown so tired, if it had been two moons ago, maybe she would’ve challenged palefire about troublemakers — but the time has passed. she isn’t angry, and the talk of kittypet heritage and hatred makes her too say to speak any more.

ᥫ᭡ ╱╱ 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 - ` ☀︎ ´ - 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙄 𝘼𝙈 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙁𝙊𝙍𝙀𝙎𝙏

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  FRECKLEFLAME 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 rabbitnose and the late 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 late father, sunfreckle, and just as warm.
  

  A LARGE, ATHLETIC MAINE COON MOGGY. somewhat brutish in the wake of her family's staggering loss, bull - headed and hardy with something to prove, freckleflame will often find herself in border disputes as an unsurprisingly formidable opponent. a slow but hard & heavy hitter.

  
  

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[RACCOONSTRIPE]

"It's just apprentice gossip. Don't let it affect you." Raccoonstripe sits near the group of younger warriors, his dark eyes gleaming with some semblance of amusement. He'd certainly made his fair share of disparaging remarks about kittypets, but Stormywing had more than proved herself to be a worthy ThunderClan warrior after embarking on the journey to the mountains.

The tabby warrior tilts his head to one side, gaze flicking from Palefire to Freckleflame and back to the duo sharing the blackbird. "How do we know they weren't just talking about SkyClan?" His voice is calm. "Fallowpaw was on that patrol, too."

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• Raccoon . Raccoonstripe, he/him w/ masculine terms.
  — "speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 37 moons old, ages realistically on the 5th.
  — mentored by n/a ; mentoring Thistlepaw ; previously mentored Wildheart, Moonwhisper
  — thunderclan lead warrior. gray wolf x howlingstar, gen 2.
  — currently mated to Nightbird.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
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[ROEFLAME .]

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Any amusement Roeflames' sentiments earned from the cloudy-pelted molly was quick to spark into something more akin to how the queen was feeling, shifting slightly to give her companion room to sit up. I oughta wring that kids neck her friend grits, and Roeflame snorts in agreement. Oh, if she wasn’t a lead warrior…
Feathered mottled fur clouds her peripheral, and Roeflame tilts her chin to meet Freckleflames warm greeting, nodding wide-eyed in her friend's direction as she too gawks at the ludicrousy.
Stormywing asks what they were saying exactly, and Roeflame’s tail twitches, “I’d help, he had the audacity to talk like you’re some house-kept kittypet, like you weren’t born to be a forest cat.” There’s a familiarly steely blunt edge to the queens tone, her voice returning to its former brashness, with no kittens to tend to. What the brassed she-cat says about Stormywings destiny was true, she shared blood with Flycatcher and could outfight most of the Clans brawny-built warriors. Palefire’s voice intercepts before Roeflame can grumble on any further, and the lead warriors head tilts in quiet agreement. By no means did the she-cat hold the concept of being a two-legs kept pet in any sort of positive light, but when the borders had been open under Emberstars reign, it was warriors like Sunfreckle and Stormywing that found themselves waiting on them. “Their arrogance will catch up to them, if Stormywing doesn’t first.” There’s a nip of humor in Roeflame’s words, and she aims to give her friend a quick bump with her shoulder, Freckleflames following question twisting something troubled on the lead warriors maw, recalling how the apprentice had merely sat there in hunched silence.
“No, nothing.” Raccoonstripes arrival earns only a welcoming tip of Roeflame’s chin at first, but the older tom’s blunt remarks pull a shrug from the tabby. “They have to be learning it from somewhere.” Roeflame points out to her council-mate, “warriors teaching apprentices to be disrespectful of their clanmates…” She trails off, giving her head a quick shake to end her sentence right there. “Nah, Smokepaw made sure to mention Stormywing by name.” Sage hues turn to her friend, “just thought you should know, maybe knock some sense in Fallowpaw at the least.”

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  ROEFLAME ✩ she/her, Lead Warrior of Thunderclan, twenty-two moons.
  ⭃ petite cinnamon silver ticked tabby with murky green eyes & a small scar over her left eye.
  ⭃ mate to Burnstorm ☀ mentor to Foxpaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ☀ underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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