camp T'es la meilleure chose qui m'est arrivée ☾ CONFESSION

[Frightpaw]

*+:｡.｡ There is a cure for everything - there has to be.
Grief claws, desperate and bloodthirsty, using her flesh and bones for purchase in a its feral attempts to stay relevant. She's drowning atop solid earth, each breath manual and empty. She can't handle it. She can't handle losing Nightingalecry, Rattleheart, and Periwinklebreeze. She can't stand any longer not having siblings to rely on - dead and written off two halves of the same burdensome coin. There is a wholly unique agony in waking up one day to find that she is, by her account, completely and utterly alone in the world.

Such is a fate worse than death.

But then...a life line. She's sure of it. A figure that glitters autumnal hues in a desolate world of greys and whites. Slightly-too-big ears too cute not to stare at, a smile that could light up a shrouded night, tongue as sharp as the mind that whips it...There have been so few creatures in Frightpaw's world that earned her reverie. When it's difficult to wake, to accept her newfound solitude, it's always Brackenscar who reminds her how to smile again. Always Brackenscar who grooms clean the muck of neglect and loss; always Brackenscar who wills the weighted quiet, even with something as simple as her soft breaths.

Frightpaw needs her to stay.
To lose Brackenscar to death - to the void - to anyone else's eyes - is to allow the guillotine to fall.

There's a cure for everything...and Brackenscar will be Frightpaw's.

"Hey " Frightpaw doesn't do timidity as she approaches her friend. There are no customs here, no big gestures she can perform, but Frightpaw ensures this impulsive decision happens within the eyesight of as many cats as possible - with the world as her witness no one take what's soon to be hers, "Brackenscar, " she speaks the name softly, sweetly, honied with affection and an eagerness for all that's to come.

It's a quiet day. Besides the necessary rule of being within the public eye, nothing has been thoroughly planned. Once she says yes - an outcome Frightpaw is certain of - then she'll take more time to prepare a proper celebration for her one-and-only. For now, though, Frightpaw stands atop a rare break in the clouds, a sunny spot that illuminates her moon-shadowed fur; undeniably peacocking, or perhaps more so eager for the whole clan to see just how great of a prize she is. How lucky Brackenscar is. How impossible the competition is.

"I can't wait a moment longer to tell you this " she debates cutting to the point, warring between wanting Brackenscar to give her everything she needs and the side of her that loves the flourish of theatrics...Taking a deep breath, she chooses to grab Brackenscar's paws in her own and continues, "I've been...so lost the past few days since... " she swallows thickly, before blinking away the storm clouds, refusing to shadow the moment with them - today, death has no reach - "for a long time, really. But being with you? I've never felt warmer, more loved. I want it to stay like that. I want to stay with you, forever " As her mate, Brackenscar won't leave her. As her mate, she can't. In a world where cats come and go as they please, Frightpaw has never had the opportunity to reach out and grab someone's paw, make them stay. This time, in such a small way as this, she might have more of a chance.
"I can't bear to live another day without calling you mine " she expresses, her smile catching the light, glittering in tandem with her beaming eyes - love, love, love! "I love you, Brackenscar " words she'd said to the dead and dying, words that, this time, will keep someone alive. Will keep someone here.

*+:｡.｡ Updated 12/28/24

• " Speech "
  
  
  GENERAL:
  ☾ Frightpaw
  ☾ DFAB— She/Her — Unsure
  ☾ 12 moons
  ☾ Windclan moor-runner apprentice
  ☾ Sister to Deathpaw, Witherpaw, Grasspaw, Whitepaw and Midnightpaw
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ☾Physically hard | mentally hard
  ☾ Attack in bold #1b1e21
  injuries: None

 

[Brackenscar]

There is a twisting sickness in Brackenscar's stomach, it hasn't ceased churning since Rowanp- Rowanheart died. The devastation she feels is immeasurable, is this what Tigersting felt with her sister? Frightpaw with her mother? With Periwinklebreeze? No... It wasn't something of familial feelings, yet a piece of their heart died that day too. She doesn't really get it, they were just friends, half the time she didn't think Rowanheart actually liked to spend time with them and yet they were stubborn enough to keep doing it. Maybe it was their shared miserable experience of family that did it? An agreement to weather the terrible weather so they could enjoy the benefits of the moors. Rowanheart will never get that, Brackenscar does. For some stars damned reason Scorchstorm does. It isn't fair, yet she is solitary in her grief, preferring to be a pillar for others than to reckon with her own. It does inspire her though, to not let unspoken attachments go awry, slip through her paws like fine sand. Two cats come to mind, Frightpaw and Tigersting, two important if not annoying cats who remain stubbornly. She isn't really sure what they would do if they lost them, she wagers her heart would ache in this same strange foreign way.

It's love, she thinks. She loves her friends, it isn't something she's really known, she's only known to tolerate those around her rather than look forward to their time. They're resolute in this, they care deeply for their friends and wouldn't let anything happen to them like it had happened to Rowanheart. She lingers by the prey pile today, returning from the tunnels with a rabbit. The dust and debris from the tunnel still cling to her fur, giving the appearance that somehow the black parts of her pelt has multiplied. They turn to go find somewhere quiet and brush it off, get the musty smell out of her senses. Instead she's face to face with Frightpaw.

Questioning gaze overanalyzing every part of her face, had she been sleeping enough? Oh her fur looks really nice today. Maybe she was starting to feel a little more like herself again. "Hey Frightpaw?" She repeats the greeting, while there was confusion in her tone it too was no less laced in affection. Grateful to see someone so important to her being around and safe, that she's okay. The sunlight glimmering against a cool toned pelt and making silver eyes seemingly sparkle is what truly catches Brackenscar's attention, her gaze lingers on her for a moment before they glance away to try and see if Sheepwish or someone else was around. Maybe this was some kind of game the pair had cooked up, they suck in a breath ready to decline any concoction the mischievous duo had prepared.

"I can't wait a moment longer to tell you this "

"What?" Oh shit, had she been overstepping with her insistence on trying to help the moor-runner apprentice? Had the lesson she learnt from Rowanheart's demise, they think to apologise but before she can they feel Frightpaw's paw on top of their own. Glancing down at the rather forward display of... something, affection? She isn't sure why they've been on the recieving end of that so much lately. Patchwork ears burn as her face flushes, Frigthpaw continues of course. Sympathy reflects in her eyes, concern for Frightpaw's well being, they knew she wasn't doing okay since Periwinklebreeze but to hear the addmitance is cause for concern. Her speech doesn't stop there though and somehow Brackenscar manages to fluster more, certain that due to her proximity that Frightpaw can probably feel the warmth radiating from her.

Love- there it is again and it knocks the breath out that Brackenscar held. Confirmation that it's what she felt for her friend- maybe something more? Love, they love her and she loves them. Two cats soaked in grief, clinging to one another with a ferocity that might make StarClan weep. Love always seemed foolish to her but maybe she understands the appeal, after so much loss isn't that just what they need? This love feels real, not like whatever she held for Privetfrost.

Love could be enough to save them, it could be enough to carry them both through their crumbling states. Love is what she feels when she looks once more into those silvery glimmering eyes. "I-" they cut themself off, the revelation of love had only just happened could she be so bold as to say she loves her in turn? "I love you too, Frightpaw" and it feels right, it feels genuine. More so than anything she had felt before, it alights her, keeps the inferno of the calico flickering with strength tenfold.

Maybe this is too quick, for someone who didn't know how to love. For someone who still doesn't. Yet these days are short, Frightpaw might be torn asunder by a wayward predator next. And then she would be left here mourning a love that never got to blossom, it get's that chance. They get chance. Brackenscar brings her cheek to Frightpaw's own, gingerly licking at the fur that rested there with nerves that she never knew she had.

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  Brackenscar ✩ They/she, Tunneler, 15 moons
  
  
  ⸙ A scowling, tiny calico with large ears.
  ⸙ Mentored by Scorchstar | Bluefrost.
  ⸙ Speech, thoughts, attacking.
  ⸙ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ( underline and tag when attacking ).
  ⸙ All opinions are IC only.
  penned by Juice.
  

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[Mallowtail]

MALLOWTAIL

SHE/HER WINDCLAN WARRIOR

Mallowtail knew with all the recent events going on and the loss of Periwinklebreeze, Gravelsnap, Rowanheart, Slateheart, and more that she wanted to keep a watchful eye on her clanmates, especially those grieving with their losses. Her honey-golden gaze watches Frightpaw from the other side of camp with a hint of softness and pity swirling in them for the young girl, as she typically seemed down, but today she seemed different as a strange vibe radiated off her. It seemed as everyone close to the charcoal lynx point by any sort of connection eventually faced an untimely demise, though she would never say the other was cursed. Her eyes glowed whenever in the proximity of Brackenscar, with a hint of life that she lost when Nightingalecry and Periwinklebreeze died. The apprentice makes her way to the patchwork she-cat and slowly starts on a speech about how Brackenscar made her feel warm inside with all the pain and grief recently, and her eyebrow raises slightly. What was Frightpaw getting to? Mallowtail pondered until she saw the familiar look in her eyes when Scorchstorm used to look at Bluefrost before she was betrayed by the former lead warrior, and she couldn't help but smile a little.

Frightpaw declares her love for the other, and Brackenscar stutters on her words with what seems like confusion and hesitation before accepting. The recently graduated warrior makes the first move as she moves into Frightpaw's embrace, rasping at her cheek. "Aww...." Mallowtail would murmur under her breath as she smiled happily at the sight to see something positive happening in the storm of dread that lingered over Windclan. The moorrunner wishes to give her congratulations to the two, but she keeps her distance and lets the new lovers have their moment together, as they clearly seemed lost in each other's feelings. It must be nice to have someone who unconditionally loved you for you and someday Mallow hopes she'll find her other half, but she will let that come with time.

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