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[FALLOWBITE]

ˏˋ*⁀➷ "Hey Doe," Fallowbite greets, a rare and sardonic smile quirking its scarred maw upwards. Glimpses of exposed teeth glint through the tears of its face. It joins Doepath by the freshkill pile, plopping a thrush down beside where its sister sits.

"You're not gonna believe this," the warrior starts, a mix of amusement and exasperation bleeding through its voice. It's not one for gossip; instead, it seeks sympathy. A long sigh trails from its nose before it continues. "Some apprentice was sayin' that me 'n Braveheart should just -" her voice raises from its usual rumble into a half-hearted mockery of youth, "- get together already." It snorts. "Nearly took her ear off for it." A rare show of mercy, to not. Really, she should be commemorated for her restraint.

She leans down for a bite, lets a moment pass before she speaks again. A golden gaze drifts over to Doepath's matching, scarred eyes. "I mean, I get it with you 'n Sunshinespot, I guess, but - come on. Thought I'd be spared the indignity." She huffs a disbelieving laugh, shaking her head before returning to her meal.

‎‎┌── GOD KNOWS I❜M ONLY HUMAN ⁀➷ I GET SO INHUMANE ──┐‎

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  FALLOWBITE ⁀➷ she / it, warrior of thunderclan, thirteen moons.
  ➳ a scarred, pointed brown and white molly with shaggy fur and golden eyes.
  ➳ standoffish and solitary, always seems to have a dark cloud hanging over its head.
  ➳ baying hound xx npc, littermate to antlerbreeze & doepath.
  ➳ 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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[doepath ࿔]

Greeting in a tone of gravelly familiarity, Fallowbite appears at her side while the hearty scent of prey wafts past their noses, a beckoning suggestion. Her gaze slides towards her sibling with a far softer smile adorning her features than the gnarled, scarred one that it shares. A smile huh? Though not unheard of... it is indeed a rarity that demands work to obtain. A buried treasure when it reaches its eyes.

There is a lightness to its tone as it sets in about its story, a breathy sort of laughter at the edge of its words, a silent glimmer of a spirit relieved of one more burden. A wound healed, maybe. Her ears sit forward, an attentive listener as the tangle-furred cat dives into mentions of an apprentice, Braveheart and...- "Oh shut up," she interjects in surprise, a hearty laugh shaking her. "There's no way they had the gall to say that to you!" The fawn she-cat had only ever known Fallowbite to be a bit prickly on the surface and that perception seemed shared by anyone young enough to consider it a threatening presence.

She doesn't admit that she suspects something similar blooming between the two, politely hiding her suspicion in her continued giggling. "Oh but Braveheart," she cooes thoughtfully, trying to navigate her accusation in a way that wouldn't get her ears cuffed instead. "Who better to be sweet on you? He's such a gentle tom... And one of the few cats that can handle your teeth."

She regrets playing into the suggestion the moment Fallowbite turns to affixing its sights on her and Sunshinespot, puffing out her chest with indignant dismay, "You better hush before you give Gentlestorm more excuses to keep prying," the dilute tuts, "Stars forbid he makes that poor boy say for the fifteenth time that we're just friends..." The weird clutch of her chest goes ignored, dismissing it as a pang of frustration rather than something more telling.

"Planning on sharing that," she asks, "Or is Braveheart gonna be your new sharing tongues buddy?" (She couldn't resist sliding it in one more time.)

please dont leave me ➺ in the dark

• DOEPATH
  thirteen month old warrior of thunderclan
  she/her fawn sepia with low white and yellow eyes

 

[Softsight]

She's never been one for gossip - whether that be because she simply didn't keep up with the latest happenings, or for simpler reasons as simply finding it not at all useful, Softsight would never say - but she tried not to participate in baseless rumors when she could avoid it. Her ears perked up as she heard Doepath and Fallowbite discussing something from nearby, and try as she might not to eavesdrop, the topic was an interesting one. So, she didn't like gossip - that didn't mean she didn't gain from knowing things that happened around her.

Softsight herself isn't sweet on anyone, nor is there anyone that seems to feel that way for her - and with that she has no problem. There are more important things for a young warrior like her, like advancing her career and focusing on the future, one where she wouldn't be dragged down by a romance subplot before she could achieve what she was meant to. But the idea of Fallowbite and Braveheart, two warriors with which she'd grown up... if she hadn't considered it before, she could see it now. Braveheart, as Doepath said, was one of the ones to brave Fallowbite's bite.

As for Sunshinespot and Doepath... they had a rather meet-cute story, with how everything had played out with Doepath spending so much time in the medicine cat's den. They would certainly prove to be a much more calm couple than the aforementioned warriors. Without realizing it, Softsight had edged closer, and dipped her head in greeting to Doepath and Fallowbite. If she was lucky, she could get by with saying that she had only been passing through, and not get dragged into a senseless gossip session.

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• SOFTSIGHT ✩ warrior of thunderclan, fourteen moons
  → peaceful and healing powerplay permitted.
  → penned by Archivist → .archivist on discord.

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[sunshinespot]

For better or for worse, Sunshinespot does not hear the conversation before he joins it. He's far by the camp's entrance, parted from a recent patrol that he was naturally no good piece of - a body, if things went awry (and based on tales he's heard recently, they have been.) His natural strength is often inhibited by his slow moving nature, but a hit is a hit he supposes. The discernment as to why Roeflame continues to utilize him outside of it being his obligation is unimportant, anyways. The point is that as siblings talk, he has no idea what goes on.

Instead, he sees his friend Doepath. His tail ticks in delight as he approaches her and Fallowbite, his lazy smile turning up his features. It takes no time for him to cozy up beside the warm furred molly, to press their pelts together and rumble a purr. He doesn't partake in the meal between sisters, and up until he speaks he doesn't edge into the conversation either. Sunshinespot doesn't agree that his mind is numb to changes, but he'll find advantage in tuning others to white noise if need be.

His lips part with a simple, "Y'look real pretty right now, Doe. The sun's givin' you this whole... mottled thing, through the trees..." to his friend. Sunshinespot sways in his own happiness before tilting his gaze towards Fallowbite. His smile doesn't flutter away as he continues in kind, "Y'look nice today, too, Fallowbite. I like what'cha did with yer... fur..." messy, scraggly... He isn't one to judge, still cleaning out season's old matts that hide in his tail. His gaze flicks to Softsight, who lingers with curiosity but respect, and affords the other warrior a gentle nod in greeting. He looks back to the siblings.

"Soooo... what were y'all yappin' about?" If he was going end up intrusive he may as well go the whole mile, yeah?
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