private the giggle at a funeral ☀ deerpaw

[ROEFLAME .]

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Deerpaw’s recent meltdown had stuck with Roeflame, in all honesty. A quarter-moon ago she would have been as tough but compassionate as Houndshade had been, nowadays the she-cat was left in survival mode more often than not. When you’re surviving, it’s hard to give much thought to others feelings, maybe even especially for cats like Deerpaw.

The rosetted warrior had given the apprentice some time to calm himself and get his paw patched up before bringing herself to visit with him. It felt like the right thing to do. What if it was Beetlepaw or Hopepaw making himself bleed like that? Roeflame would want someone to be there for them if she or Burnstorm could not.

Roeflame’s approach is quiet for a moment, regarding the apprentice with a quick once-over. Physically, he seemed to be doing better. Though his eyes still told a different story. Tilting her head, Roeflame finally forces her steely expression to soften, if only slightly. “How you doin’, kid?”

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

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  ROEFLAME ✩ she/her, Lead Warrior of Thunderclan, twenty-two moons.
  ⭃ petite cinnamon silver ticked tabby with murky green eyes & a small scar over her left eye.
  ⭃ mate to Burnstorm ☀ mentor to Foxpaw
  ⭃ 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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[DEERPAW.]

He has calmed down from his... recent meltdown. He didn't feel any better when destroying that hollow log in his anger. It made him feel like such a fool, throwing a useless tantrum. The twitches that often wrack his body, make him forget where he was most of the time. Just focusing on the stupid twitches and the sounds of others around him at all times. Keep himself busy. But... it's difficult to focus on something when everyone around him is turning on each other.

Deerpaw blinks slowly, looking down at his patched - up paws that had stopped bleeding a couple of hours ago. A frown makes its way onto his face as he thinks about the way everything is just... messed up now that the traitors have taken over. It's all rotten and broken now. He didn't like it. It messed up the peacefulness that Thunderclan had. He missed Howlingstar, she was better at the leading part than Skyclaw. Deerpaw typically exists in a state of near-constant dread as if he has something to fear— but there isn't much to dread until now.

He is more miserable then he was back then, he blinks slowly as he stares down at the ground. With a frown settled on his face, his tail swishing behind him. The scrawny apprentice lets a sigh escape from bitten lips, feathered ear twitching towards Roeflame's voice.

Oh... He cranes his head up slightly to look at Roeflame, after a moment of staring he turns his attention back to his patched - up paws. She had asked him a question. Kneading them, he grimaces at the mild spike of pain. He shuffles them. "I-" He flattens his ears agaisnt his skull, at the voice crack he heard. Embarrassing fool. Speak up! Rather than curling his tail around his paws, he bites the inside of his cheek and squeezes his forearms together. "Uhm... H-honestly? I'm not fine M-miss. Roeflame." He replies, unsheathing his claws to dig them into the ground below him with a frown. "W-will, T-thunderclan... go back to t-the way it was? S-soon?" His form twitches, as he focuses on hooked claws digging into the cool earth. He silently hopes his home... goes back to the way it was.

﹒౨ৎ˚₊‧ 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑩𝑳𝑨𝑪𝑲 𝑮𝑶𝑨𝑻'𝑺 𝑬𝑮𝑮 ᯓ★ 𝐔𝐍𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐘 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃

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• temp deerpaw reference

  

• ( I-I CAN'T HANDLE IT! ) ˚₊‧꒰ა ♰ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ DEERPAW. ╱ thunderclan apprentice
  ⸝⸝ amab ; HE / HIM ; 7 MOONS & AGES EVERY 26TH.
  ✶ undecided / not looking / open to puppy-crushes
  ✶ a scrawny longhaired black/dark ginger tortoiseshell tom with low white and hazel eyes.
  ✶ thoughts ; "Speech, ff7844" ; attacks only
  ✶ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ✶ smells like caramelized apples & damp earth musk
  

  all opinions are ic! he's morbid and he sucks </3 ♱

  
  → biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone
  

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[ROEFLAME .]

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Concern pulls Roeflame’s brow bones subtly together as Deerpaw’s forepaws knead, and the she-cat sits. How long now had she looked over him and watched the apprentice grow? Roeflame’s chin tips back, giving the young tom enough time to trip over his words without pressure.

His answer isn’t surprising, but it does make the molly frown, was it sympathy that prompted it, or empathy? Probably the latter. There’s no use in pretending that anyone being held here is fine. “give your paws rest, Deerpaw.” Roeflame breathes after a moment, reaching a forepaw to lightly brush over the uninjured portion of his front limbs, a gesture to settle. Though, if he didn’t listen the warrior wouldn’t push.

The question prompts Roeflame to give a swift scan of their surroundings, knowing the wrong pair of ears could be listening at any time. “As long as we don’t let them break us.” The rosetted tabby finally decides to reply, voice low and steady. “We need to heal and keep ourselves strong, yeah?” In reality, Roeflame hasn’t a clue in what the future holds. Still, she knows that Skyclaw would not be keeping his place on his blood-stained throne, her family would be returned to her. She had to be certain of that.

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

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  ROEFLAME ✩ she/her, Lead Warrior of Thunderclan, twenty-two moons.
  ⭃ petite cinnamon silver ticked tabby with murky green eyes & a small scar over her left eye.
  ⭃ mate to Burnstorm ☀ mentor to Foxpaw
  ⭃ 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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