pafp the first to betray me 𖥸 caught

[mottledpaw]

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Marching back into camp with Roeflame and Beetlepaw in tow, she'd spent that entire short walk trying not to focus on the way her mouth tasted like blood... or that way her claws felt sticky. She'd hardly nicked his nose right..? It was a scratch.. an accident fueled by her anger- he'd pressed at her, he'd insisted for this outcome! It wasn't her fault. She'd just wanted a moment alone... in the dark... to sit under Silverpelt with her parents.

The guards regard the trio with a look of surprise but she doesn't pay them any mind... not when her death bed is being prepared for her. Beetlepaw would get away with murder being the deputy's son... and she was already on thin ice just by being allowed to continue to live in ThunderClan at all. She shuffles like she is attending her own funeral procession, breaching the medicine cat's shelter with a small exhale of defeat. Her tongue hurt... her head hurt... her chest hurt. Wasn't that kind of thing supposed to be temporary? Why'd it feel like a forever thing?

She doesn't bother to call for Gentlestorm, lest she spit crimson across the floor of his den in her efforts... the tortoiseshell just sits gruffly on the ground, casting a nervous glance back at Roeflame as she pursues them behind Beetlepaw, who still seethes and bristles like a porcupine. He looked stupid... she hoped he felt stupid too even if the odds seemed unlikely.

-- please wait for at least one of these guys: @ROEFLAME . @beetlepaw @GENTLESTORM
this thread immediately following this thread: here​

 

[beetlepaw]

The walk of guilt, was it? He trailed after his cousin, grimacing silently lest he wanted his ears to be cuffed by his mother. The blood had begun to slow from the shallow cuts on his muzzle, but judging by how well-placed they were, they were going to scar. Everytime his eyes narrowed to catch sight of the wound he slowed, and promptly picked the pace back up again. The same guards who look at them in surprise get a narrowed-eyed glare in return. So much for saving her life. Dumbass. He scathes himself.

Beetlepaw pads in after Mottledpaw, ducking to get into the entrance. Eyes adjust briefly to the darkened atmosphere of the den, and he sits as far away from Mottledpaw as he can bear at this moment. Tattered right ear flicked towards his mother as she presumably entered right after them, green eyes turning downcast at his mud-splattered paws. No, he refused to dwell his thoughts on his cousins, or the words that had left his mouth. They didn't matter now, anyways. Roeflame was going to bind him to camp at this rate.

See, he knows what he did is wrong. But he doesn't regret saying them- just feels guilt at them being heard, them being received as so. But they were true, weren't they? He wasn't coming back. She was going to get eaten if she stayed alone out there. He kicked a piece of decaying moss, eyes narrowing at it.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ┌── TELL ME DOCTOR WHATS THE CURE ⋅❁⋅ FOR THE WICKED MANS BLUES ──┐‎

• "speech"

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• BEETLEPAW he/him, kit of thunderclan, nine moons.
  ⭃ LH black smoke with bright green eyes. is growing into a very broad and built tom-cat of average height, mirroring his father's build. has a nick in his right ear and a new scar on his muzzle.
  ⭃ not mentored yet / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ no romantic interests / / BURNSTORM X ROEFLAME - sibling to dovekit and littlekit, adoptive sibling to hopekit and coalkit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[HOPEPAW]

⊱⊰ Hopepaw has been trying to spend less time in the medicine den, because she knows that realistically she can't keep hiding away with Gentlestorm and his patients forever. If she's going to become a great warrior like Batwing and Leopardtongue were, then she needs to shove aside all her worries and get on with her training already. Lovelight is a good mentor, but Hopepaw is already behind in her apprenticeship thanks to Skyclaw's takeover and Gentlestorm's injuries. Still, though, it isn't rare to find the girl lingering about the den, staring at the shelves of herbs and trying to memorize those she knows. Marigold stops infections. She'd been in the middle of doing exactly that when she'd dozed off, and mercifully no one had needed the nest she'd tucked her lanky limbs into.

What wakes her up, she isn't sure. Whether it's the scent of blood or the shuffling of paws—either way, Hopepaw is blinking to awareness with a jolt, followed by a grunt as she squints copper eyes open and realizes what the commotion is. Roeflame she recognizes instantly, and worry shoots through her. Is her mother injured? The dark shape of Beetlepaw is easy to recognize as well—is he hurt? Mottledpaw's presence isn't even acknowledged at first, as the lilac-furred apprentice climbs to her paws and attempts to blink the sleep from her eyes. "Beetle?" Drifting a couple steps closer now, she can see the wounds across her brother's muzzle. With her mind still muddled from sleep, she registers that the he isn't mortally wounded, and neither is Roeflame. It's enough to settle her, and the fog of tired begins to descend upon her again. Gentlestorm can fix this, surely. "What… happened?" She asks, interrupted by a great yawn in the middle of her question.

an ancient spirit’s song 【❖】 will heal our wounds

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• HOPEPAW ❯❯ she/her, thunderclan apprentice
  ⊱ skinny, thick-furred lilac molly with deep copper eyes. soft-spoken and sleepy, but can be a bit of a grouch.
  ⊱ daughter of batwing and leopardtongue (adopted by roeflame) ; sister to braveheart, hazepaw, cardinalpaw, coalpaw ; adoptive sister to beetlepaw, dovepaw, littlepaw
  ⊱ mentored by lovelight
  ⊱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ; does not typically like physical contact from anyone besides her family
  ⊱ penned by foxlore

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[GENTLESTORM]

༄.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — The silver tom had been relaxing within his nest hoping that he may find rest soon but it doesn't seem to arrive at all as he lays there and briefly glances at Hopepaw's slumbering form. He knows that he should send her away so that she can catch up on her training but another part of him refuses for her to leave, a small fear of those exiled from Thunderclan still lingering out in the territory as rurhless loners. She should be out training with her mentor yet she's here with him and he doesn't seem to mind it in the slightest, a sigh slips from his jaws though he tenses at the smell of copper and he frowns. Gentlestorm notices how the smell seems to cause Hopepaw to stir as well and the large tom pushes himself to his paws as his eyes narrow at the sight of Mottledpaw and Beetlepaw with Roeflame trailing behind them.

His eyes linger on Mottledpaw for a few heartbeats then to Beetlepaw before finally fixing his gaze on his dear friend and his whiskers twitch only to speak "Unruly apprentices... or an accident..." Regardless of whatever it was, he grows tired of clanmates lashing out towards one another though he decides not to linger on it as he huffs then glances in the direction of Hopepaw who had already asked what happened. The large tom lumbers over to the rock shelf as his helm tilts to the side and frowns staring at the amount of marigold he has, he used to have several of the vibrant blooms but since the fight with Skyclaw and his followers. He had lost many of them and poppy seeds, a low growl of frustration emits from his throat as he picks at one of the orange toned flowers and wraps cobwebs around his limb.

He does not reach for either dandelion or poppy seed not wanting to reduce his stock and his eyes flicker in the direction of the apprentices once more "What's this? Care... to explain?" His voice firm as he stares at the clawmarks on Beetle's nose and uses a large paw to tilt the black smoke's head upwards so Gentlestorm could make sure that he didn't recieve any other facial injuries but makes a mental note about his tattered ear. His paw moves away as he begins to chew on the marigold waiting for an answer either from the deputy herself or these two apprentices, it doesn't take long for the poultice to be ready and it's placed onto the wound near Beetlepaw's nose.

MORNING & EVENING, I FELT LIKE I WAS GRIEVING ᨒᨒᨒ UNTIL I SAID FUCK YOU

• ooc —

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  MEDICINE CAT KNOWLEDGE;
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ FLESH WOUNDS
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧ INFECTIONS
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧ ACHES & PAINS
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧ ILLNESS
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧ BREATHING ISSUES
  — ✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ TRAVELING HERBS
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧ BROKEN BONES
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ KITTING
  — ✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧ POISONS
• 
  ✦ a longhaired blue sepia tom w/low white and copper eyes, several scars cover his body from previous fights that he somehow survived
  ✦ gentlestorm is rarely ever a warm individual and friendly to those who he meets, he proceeds with more caution and he's less likely to trust any strangers that come from outside of thunderclan. he tends to be jumpy if suddenly approached or flinches away from swift movement with his claws unsheathed when it occurs, he apologizes for it. his kindness reserved only for those closest to him otherwise anyone else can expect the cold shoulder from the old tom
  ✦ 60 moons old; ages the 27th every month
  ✦ widowed mate of little wolf ; currently interested in no one
  ✦ semi-difficult to befriend/interact with ; quick to strike/attack first if he feels threatened ; peaceful powerplay allowed but proceed with caution
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking

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[ROEFLAME .]

-ˋˏ ༻ ☀ ༺ ˎˊ-

The deputy marches the apprentices into camp without a word, having told the duo to save it for Gentlestorms den. Frankly, Roeflame didn't have anything to say regarding what she had witnessed, not without more context than the scrap she had to work with.

Both of ruffled, but Mottledpaw simmers in contempt while Beetlepaw is brewing with something the tabby molly can't quite pinpoint. Hopepaw is the first to approach them when the trio ducks into the medicine den, and Roeflame does what she can to soften her expression before regarding her daughter, "Nothing to worry about, Hopepaw." Roeflame reassures, knowing the girl's tendency to worry.

When she looks to Gentlestorm, it is with a half-apologetic twist of her maw. "Not an accident." Roeflame answers for the apprentices, stepping out from behind them to give Gentlestorm space to work. "Now's your time to share your sides of the story." In the morning, Roeflame would have to take Burnstorm and Stormywing aside to relay the news, ultimately leaving the punishment in their paws.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── I GOT A POCKET ⋅✴⋅ A POCKET FULL OF SUNSHINE ──┐‎

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• 
  ROEFLAME ✩ she/her, Deputy of Thunderclan, twenty-seven moons.
  ⭃ petite cinnamon silver ticked tabby with murky green eyes & a small scar over her left eye.
  ⭃ mate to Burnstorm ☀ mentor to Dovepaw & Dwindlingpaw
  ⭃ 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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[mottledpaw]

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Oh great. Of course Hopepaw's still bumming around in here. Sharpened jade slices through the other apprentice to look at Gentlestorm instead, watching his lumbering approach and preparing for the umpteenth lecture of her life. Everyone here had every reason to favor Beetlepaw, she might as well resign herself to being labeled a traitorous liar now. Roeflame doesn't waste his time with theories, only impressing that this was no accident before gouging her stare into each of them expectantly.

Her mouth still tastes like copper... and her teeth are stained red by her own bloodied tongue. To admit what she'd been doing outside would be a ruination of her reputation as the cold-hearted apprentice everyone thought she was. Untouchable, a prickly servant of a dead usurper. One who'd wielded her claws against Nightbird when the time had come for it, even if it still stung in her memory to know she'd done it.

Stormywing would probably rip her ear off for this. She refused to expose herself so vulnerably as to admit she'd left camp to try to grieve with her parents under the watch of their starlight. It'd sound like she wanted pity... and she loathed being pitied. What she did to cope didn't matter to these cats. She was dappled color too many to be her uncle's spitting image anyways. "He started it," is all the tortoiseshell offers, rivulets of crimson dripping out the sides of her mouth with each syllable. Her body ached where'd he slammed it into the ground, a numb throbbing welted in the nape of her neck.​

 

[beetlepaw]

Hopepaw- his sister. He had forgotten she was in here. Eyes narrowed briefly before softening, a breath loosing from his lips. Honestly, if anyone was going to relax him with just a short few words, it would've been any of his siblings. "M' alright, Hope. Go back to sleep." Don't look at me. Don't look at me. He begged silently, eyes studying the lighter pelted before his head was being maneuvered by Gentlestorm. It took most effort in his body to not tear his head away, to flag his tail, to bare his teeth- but he sat still.

Gentlestorm and Roeflame both ask for explainations, and his eyes flickered towards Mottledpaw. Not quick enough to see the scathing look that Mottledpaw had awarded to his sister, but enough to tell that Mottledpaw was loathing. His nose wrinkled, catching the sharp scent of herbs before it was being plastered on his nose. A short hiss left him in momentary pain as his wound was treated. He started it. Beetlepaw could not resist the eye roll and only spoke when Gentlestorm pulled away.

"Are you kidding? Got wool in your ears? Tell me, what was the wise idea crying out in the territory? Where you could've been eaten or killed?" He snaps back, eyes narrowing with spitfire anger at the other wounded apprentice. He waited for a long moment, then turned his head towards his mother, to the medicine cat. "Went out to go get her. Argument started. That's it." His tail lashed, head turning away to study some irrelevant point in the medicine den. Stop looking at me.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ┌── TELL ME DOCTOR WHATS THE CURE ⋅❁⋅ FOR THE WICKED MANS BLUES ──┐‎

• "speech"

• 

• BEETLEPAW he/him, kit of thunderclan, nine moons.
  ⭃ LH black smoke with bright green eyes. is growing into a very broad and built tom-cat of average height, mirroring his father's build. has a nick in his right ear and a new scar on his muzzle.
  ⭃ not mentored yet / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ no romantic interests / / BURNSTORM X ROEFLAME - sibling to dovekit and littlekit, adoptive sibling to hopekit and coalkit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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