private the coals burn ember-bright 𓇢𓆸 vulturepaw

[honeysucklepaw]

"Psssst...."

Fragments of grass-blade gaze peer from a divot in the ground, masking the dark shadow of a short body to be nothing more than a shadow with eyes. Her target lingers a small distance away to be beckoned by her low hissing, ears swiveling this way and that in an effort to be sure they were not interrupted nor spotted. Vulturepaw, she'd decided, was actually a lot cooler than his failures in kithood had led him on to be... Being kidnapped was a pretty dumb thing to do but...

"Come here," she whispers again, tail lifted to flag her location for him better. Her gaze leers around for invaders that might be searching to unearth her secrets but... it seems for now they're safe. They can be alone with this little secret- "Listen... I've been practicing on my lonesome whenever I can get Cricketcry off my back and I wanted to show you this- this is for cool kids only..." She gives him a pointed stare, seeming to suggest he is a tiny part of a very small group and should not go sharing this location with anyone else.

@Vulturepaw

mother tell me 𓇢𓆸 will you stay?

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  'yearning for companionship and infamy'
• HONEYSUCKLEPAW
  - ward of cricketcry of wind-swept moors
  - she/her
  - orphan daughter to mintshade and gracklestep
  
  a solid pitch she-cat with fern-green eyes

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[Vulturepaw]

˖⁺‧₊ ☽◯☾ ₊‧⁺˖ 　A hissing voice arises from the depts of a shadowy burrow, and Vulturepaw's ears prick upwards. He turns, hesitant, to meet a glinting gaze of snake-scale green, lying in with wait within the pitch of a tunnel. "Huh?" he breathes softly, blinking in surprise at the sight. Come here, she beckons in a hushes tone, and they find themself easily summoned. Earthen paws pad closer and closer, the apprentice lowering themself down unthinkingly to meet Honeysucklepaw's gaze.

She speaks in a voice threaded through with secrets, says she wanted to show him something. Him? He blinks in surprise, staring at her with wide and sunlit eyes. "Am - am I c-cuh... cuh... c-c-cool?" He whispers, awed and disbelieving. He regrets the question a moment later - clearly she's already decided, or she wouldn't be bringing him in on special tunneler secrets. Hopefully she won't rescind her judgement for such a mousebrained question...

I HAD TO LEARN THAT THE HELPING HAND ⛧ CAN BE THE SAME THAT HOLDS THE KNIFE

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  "SPEECH"
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  VULTUREPAW ⛧ he / they / she, apprentice of windclan, eight moons.
  ➳ a spiky-furred dark tabby with amber eyes.
  ➳ skittish and dour, with a superstitious sort of pessimism.
  ➳ micheal x npc, adopted by periwinklebreeze.
  ➳ sibling to dustpaw, bilberrypaw, mourningpaw and weepingpaw.
  ➳ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ➳ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[honeysucklepaw]

Her nose scrunches up in amused annoyance at his question- did he know something pretty embarrassing about himself that she wasn't privy to? If he wanted to confess his lameness here and now, she'd accept it but... for once she offers patience and a second chance. "Uhm... duh? Get in here before I change my mind," the she-cat lectures, ducking her head below the moorlands to enter a rather shabby, shallow cavern she has been digging out. It's not terribly big... comfortably able to fit exactly the two of them.

She sits with a sense of proud accomplishment, admiring the gouges in the walls that her claws have made over time. "I'm gonna like.. keep working on it, yanno? Maybe we can convince Pinkshine to have a party with all the other cool cats in a few moons... she seems like the type to be good at fun."

mother tell me 𓇢𓆸 will you stay?

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  'celebrate our pride and foolish youth'
• HONEYSUCKLEPAW
  ward of cricketcry of wind-swept moors
  she/her
  orphan daughter to mintshade and gracklestep
  
  a solid pitch she-cat with fern-green eyes

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