pafp SWINDLER // sharing meals

[cottonsprig]

"Don't worry," Cottonsprig says immediately upon finding Scorchstreak. She's been careful, swaying her body opposite to the other's view to try and hide the swell that's only just beginning to show. She can't avoid the whole council, regrettably, but she can make an effort to remain hidden for as long as possible. And sometimes, remaining hidden... has to do with hiding in plain sight. Regardless, the rabbit she paws closer to the deputy is still warm, fresh from a recent hunting patrol.

"The apprentices have already given their catches to the nursery. This one's for you," she hums, and though she often leaves it at that, she lingers for a few moments longer. It feels awkward every time she talks with Scorchstreak, an unspoken disagreement constantly between them. For all the guilt she's felt beneath the woman's scrutinizing gaze, she cannot help but feel ten times it thinking of what her father said. Her stomach flips, but she presses down the urge to vomit.

"Speaking of the nursery... now that Pinkshine's a warrior, do you have eyes for a new apprentice?" She tries, a small smile on her face.

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[SCORCHSTAR]

༄༄ A smoky gray form approaches with prey in tow, and the deputy’s tail waves automatically in a motion to decline the meal. "You should give that to-" Don’t worry. The medicine cat pushes the matter, pressing down on a bruise that hasn’t quite healed. But she explains that the nursery is already fed, and therefore Scorchstreak is free to take a meal without bearing guilt of neglecting her duty. "Ah. I… appreciate it," she mutters, carefully avoiding lifting her head to meet familiar clear blue eyes. Her paws do not stop their motions, though, continuing to sort through moss, until at last she turns to gaze at Cottonsprig. She’s lingering, for some reason. A dark ear flicks. "Well? Sit down, if you have something to say." Her voice is low, somewhat soft despite the harsh words that leave her mouth.

Cottonsprig goes on, talking about the nursery and the kits within. It prompts the deputy to think of five small bodies tucked into black and white fur, and a promise that she’s made to herself. "Of course I have my eye on a few," she says, her voice rumbling out in a good-natured manner, for once. "I could see Dustkit making for a fine tunneler. Splinterkit, as well. Honeysucklekit… perhaps. Not that I would prefer any one over the other, of course… I just miss having an apprentice."

every love that i touch ☽♰☾ falls to ruin

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• SCORCHSTREAK ❯❯ she/they, deputy (tunneler) of windclan
  ༄ small, slim flame-streaked calico with fiery golden eyes. cold and closed-off, ferociously protective of her clanmates. rarely seen aboveground.
  ༄ mate to bluepool ; sibling to rattleheart & rabbitclaw
  ༄ mentor to bilberrypaw ; previously mentored pinkshine
  ༄ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted, but may react aggressively
  ༄ penned by foxlore

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