tell it to the frogs | oakrumble

[Howlfire]

Howlfire enjoyed sharing tongues with her clanmates. After a busy day of patrolling or other such duties around camp, it was nice to sit down and relax, if only for a moment. That evening, she had managed to convince Oakrumble to sit and share tongues with her. She liked the older cat quite a bit, enjoying her at times brash nature, in part cause it reminded Howlfire of herself a little bit. "Stars, Oakrumble!" Howlfire added a dramatic flair to her words, as she raked her tongue over the older mollies pelt. The amount of little bits of plantlife she was finding currently was astounding. "Did you have a fight with a bramble bush or something?" She questioned with an amused chuckle.

Howlfire went silent for a moment, working hard to remove a little thorn from the other she-cat's pelt and not cause her discomfort. Once she spat it out, she was able to return to grooming her more comfortably. At one point, her eyes drift over to where her children are sitting, talking with some of the warriors. How strange it was to think they were fully grown and now true warriors of the clan. "It felt so strange not having an apprentice on my heel this morning," Howlfire mused in a wistful tone. "On one paw, I do miss it, but I'm also glad to not have the responsibility for a little while."

@oakrumble ​

 

[oakrumble]

-ˋˏ By accident, Oakrumble will oftentimes wear whatever gathers in her fur like an accessory. Oakrumble knows her appearance leaves a lot to be desired and she does enjoy having her coat be rather clean, it is the least she can do for her clanmates and their eyes. Despite this the torbie simply treats her unruly coat as an afterthought. She had awkwardly accepted Howlfire's invitation to share tongues, lowering herself beside her smaller counterpart.

Howlfire laps at a particularly matted part of her striped shoulder and comments on the 'accessories' Oakrumble wears. "It ambushed me!" Oakrumble purrs hoarsely, squinting at Howlfire playfully. She leans forward and swipes her tongue across some of Howlfire's neck fur to remove some schmutz from light brown fur. It is still hard for Oakrumble to believe that even after many, many moons that she had not been apart of Skyclan since kithood; that the inherent sense of companionship she feels with those that are not even kin had not existed forever.

"Mm... it is always an unusual feeling!" Oakrumble leans back and raises a large forepaw to brush it against Howlfire's fur. She has thoroughly disheveled the she-cat's fur and she frowns deeply looking at what she had done. Well, there is a reason why Oakrumble is not asked often to share tongues... poor Howlfire looks like a mini version of herself now. She stifles a hearty chortle by biting her lip and then adjusts, a more serious look crossing her wide face. "Y'know, you did an excellent job with Hawkspine..." Oakrumble spreads praise among the clan, but admittedly was it rarely that she truly meant it, but the torbie could confidently say that what she told Howlfire was the truth.

"Was it hard...? Trainin' your own son?" Oakrumble wonders often about the relationship between a mother and her kits. As of lately it has been a matter weighing on her mind, especially due to her blossoming friendship with Butterflytuft. She doubts that being her (hypothetical) child's mentor would not bid well...

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌──HOW DO YOU SEE ME? ⋅⚘⋅ AM I WHO I USED TO BE ──┐‎

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  OAKRUMBLE ❋ she/her, warrior of skyclan, 56 moons.
  ☼ lh chocolate torbie, stout and muscular she-cat with an overbite.
  ☼ important relations blah blah idk
  ☼ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☼ penned by @ken_Unot, feel free to dm for plots on disc!
  

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[Howlfire]

"It didn't!" Howlfire gasped in fake shock, when Oakrumble claimed the bramble bush had attacked her. She lowered her voice slightly, speaking in a conspiratorial voice, "We'll have to let Orangestar know they're becoming dangerous."

Howlfire does not take much notice of her appearance, or what she assumes it must be like on account of Oakrumble's grooming attempts. If the other she-cat's efforts were anything to go by, Howlfire likely bore a resemblance to a bramble bush herself now. As the conversation continues, Oakrumble agrees with her statement of it being weird not having an apprentice tailing after them, before commenting on how well Howlfire had done with Hawkspine. The chocolate torbie felt her cheeks warm slightly. "Thank you, that means a lot," Howlfire mewed, dipping her head in a slightly embarrassed fashion. "Hopefully, Hawkspine and Sillybreeze will put their training to good use!"

She gave Oakrumble's next question some thought before answering. "It wasn't that strange for me. When my siblings and I called both ThunderClan and SkyClan our homes, my mother was my mentor in ThunderClan," Howlfire explained. It was true she had been Little Wolf's apprentice for a time, but it had been comparatively short compared to her time being mentored under Redstorm and Slate. "I know there's always a worry you might show favouritism to your kin if you mentor them, but I tried my best not to do that with Hawkspine. Though, I will confess I was probably a bit more overprotective than he cared for."​

 

[oakrumble]

-ˋˏ "Oh, I am sure the two will, I take a vested interest in older apprentices and young warriors, the two will make you proud. All of us proud, frankly!" Oakrumble rasps as she lifts her forepaw to scratch the scar tissue on her chin, a new habit of hers when she is in thought or comfortable with another clanmate. Otherwise, Oakrumble does not like to draw attention to the puckered skin.

The torbie raises a brow, having forgotten Howlfire's lineage. "If I were a mother, I'd be overprotective too..." Oakrumble adjusts and looks down at her stained paws and hums slightly to herself before continuing. "You're young, Howlfire.... Have you considered having another litter?"

A grimace crosses Oakrumble's broad features and she keeps her face adverted from Howlfire, tail wrapping protectively closer to herself. "I am sorry to... be so pushy, my dear. I've never been a mother myself, y'know? I approach my sixtieth moon and have none to carry on my legacy in our beloved clan!" Oakrumble does not even sound hysterical as she confides the fear of none carrying on her lineage but remains rather stoic and nonchalant, but her dark eyes are avoidant and grasping for a distraction.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌──HOW DO YOU SEE ME? ⋅⚘⋅ AM I WHO I USED TO BE ──┐‎

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  OAKRUMBLE ❋ she/her, warrior of skyclan, 56 moons.
  ☼ lh chocolate torbie, stout and muscular she-cat with an overbite.
  ☼ important relations blah blah idk
  ☼ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☼ penned by @ken_Unot, feel free to dm for plots on disc!
  

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[Howlfire]

Howlfire nods her head in acknowledgement of Oakrumble's words, content that the older warrior felt the same way. Really, how could she not have been overprotective of them after everything that happened? The brutal attack on their very first trip out had scarred them all physically and mentally, and in its wake had inspired the addition to the warrior code that kits needed to be six moons old before becoming apprentices. When Oakrumble adjusted herself, Howlfire waits patiently to hear what she had to say, continuing grooming the other before her question brought her to an abrupt halt. "Another litter?" Howlfire echoes, a cough following her words from the sudden shock. "Oh, um, well, Coyotecrest and I have certainly spoken about it before." She didn't like to add that they had been a little distant as of late, therefore no kits would be arriving soon. "Possibly in newleaf," She says after a moment, deciding that would be her preferred time to retire to the nursery if she were to have another litter. The weather was good - not too cool, not too warm - and the prey would be starting to pick up after the cooler leafbare.

She is quite moved by Oakrumble's words, even if the other carries herself with a stoic expression. "There's still time," Howlfire points out softly, not wanting to come across as too pushy. That, and, she does not even know if Oakrumble had been keeping her eye on anyone or not. "Even if you don't become a mother, I don't think that is all that could - or should - define your legacy. Your words and deeds should also suffice." There is a pause, before Howlfire adds," But, I think if you did become a mother, you'd make an excellent one. You have the right instincts for it!" It is said in a lighter, almost teasing manner, but the sentiment is all the same.​