private THE LOOK IN YOUR EYES [bugpaw]

[FALCONHEART]

𓍊𓋼 The cream tabby treks through the wilderness with ease, slipping in and out of the underbrush on near-silent paws. His attention is not on the apprentice who follows after him, but instead is expanded to the territory around them both. The rustling of leaves, some already beginning to turn brown. The scuttling of mice across dirt. The brightness of the sun as it beams down through the canopy in dappled patches. It all seems peaceful. Calm. Falconheart knows better, though; ears perked, eyes narrowed, he knows there could always be an enemy lurking about. It’s his duty to keep not only Bugpaw and Littlepaw, but also himself, safe. He’s the second mentor for both his apprentices. What would it do to them if he were to die now? He can’t put them through that.

He comes back to himself in a smooth blink, escaping from his thoughts at once. His pace slows, and he waits for the fluffy calico to catch up to him before he speaks. "Does it make you feel any better, now that it’s all over?" He attempts to keep his tone light, his words curious but not concerned. He fails. "Now that Skyclaw is gone?" He knows it isn’t truly over yet, not for good. There still linger supporters of Skyclaw around the camp, and Wrathpaw remains in the medicine den until he can be safely exiled from the clan. Falconheart tilts his head to gaze at his younger sister, curious as to what her response will be. He knows his own thoughts on the matter—the terror of the past month may be over, but it will never be gone. It has left its mark on him just as it has everyone else. He’d never dreamed of killing another cat, much less a clanmate (no matter how misguided and terrible Smokefur was), and yet he still feels the flaking of blood beneath is claws, still tastes the iron of blood across his teeth. ThunderClan may have won, but there was a cost. Skyclaw needed to be killed, but he was also the last tether to a starry-eyed kithood, a past that Falconheart can never go back to. The thought turns his stomach, and he has to grit his teeth as he attempts to focus his attention on Bugpaw once more.

heaven knows 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 how hard i’ve tried

• ooc: @Bugpaw !
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• FALCONHEART ❯❯ he/him, thunderclan warrior
  ⭃ shorter than average cream tabby with white spotting. seems gloomy and has few friends, but is a hard worker and never neglects his duties.
  ⭃ son of flamestar and flycatcher ; brother to stormfeather, ravenpaw, bugpaw, sunpaw, squirrelpaw, sparrowpaw
  ⭃ mentoring bugpaw & littlepaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ⭃ penned by foxlore

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[Bugpaw !]

*+:｡.｡ "It's so cool how the leaves change colors" Bugpaw meows aloud, hoping to break the silence that hangs heavy between herself and her brother as they walk. It doesn't work. When the silence persists, Bugpaw can only refocus from the newly painted canopy to her pale tabby brother, walking ahead, ears swiveling as though certain danger is near. The battle has since ended, but Bugpaw watches as war persists behind her big brother's eyes. Her heart aches, seeing the pain she isn't quite sure a joke or two will be strong enough to heal.
Still, she blinks and finds her attention has drifted back onto all the fiery leaves around them. The seasons change, and these same exact leaves probably won't return...but the elders said that the green ones will come back. After a bit of hardship, sure, but they will. She's certain the same can be said for her brother's spark.
As they walked, she'd begun to pluck leaves from the floor, shoving them into her coat as she walked. She's so focused on her mission, that she doesn't notice Falconheart has slowed down until she's bumping into his leg. "Oh! Hi!" she giggles, lifting up the leaf she collected, "thanks for not leaf-ing me behind" she giggles before shoving the frond into her chest fur.

She blinks at his question, though her fur prickles with the sound of clashing claws behind it. Bugpaw feels as though he's asking a serious question, one meant to probe something within her she's not entirely sure will impress him. How does she feel about everything? Does she feel better? Well, yeah, of course, there's no more corruption, no more bad people - the only one left is trapped and guarded in the medicine den - so yeah, she feels so much better now that Skyclaw is gone. But she doesn't feel great. She thinks about the light lost in Meadowpaw, the rage in her other friends, the war in Falconheart's eyes and doubts she'll ever feel great again so long as that battle remains seemingly endless.

But instead of all that dreariness, Bugpaw answers with a chipper, "Unbeleaf-ably better!" she digs her paws into her fluff and pulls out a confetti of leaves to throw into the air. A celebration! Despite her fears and concerns, the only real answer Falconheart needs to hear is the one that will make him laugh. If she can get Falconheart to laugh, then it will be better! "I was so sycamore of all those bad days, I can't wait to turn over a new leaf! Plus, now I have a new apprentice buddy to train with!" she sings, twirling amidst the fall of leaves she'd thrown. "Things are going to get better, I just know it!" She ends her spinning by landing on her brother's side, looking up at him with , cheerfully sunny eyes, "'Cus we have each other! And mamma and the rest of the siblings! We're gonna be oak-kay!"

*+:｡.｡ Updated 3/22/24

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  GENERAL:
  ♫ Bugpaw
  ♫ DFAB— She/Her
  ♫ 6 moons — Ages
  ♫ Daughter to Flamewhisker and Flycatcher
  ♫ Sibling to Falconheart, Stormfeather, Lilykit, Butterflykit, Scorchedpaw, Squirrelpaw, Sunpaw
  ♫ Thunderclan — apprentice
  ♫ Apprenticed to Falconheart
  
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ♫Physically easy | mentally easy
  ♫ Attack in bold pink
  injuries: None currently

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