The world is hostile and I’m fragile ⸙ Scorchstorm

[Brackenpaw]

There was an itch under paws that Brackenpaw couldn’t quite scratch, restless in a sense. Everything was fine right now, at least as far as she was aware. Well- apart from the death that has greeted them, Lilypaw. Attacking an apprentice like that, it had made her keenly aware of how fragile of a position they’re in whenever they decide to test their safety and luck by walking out of camp by themself. Their luck was going to run out and while she knew that they should stop those activities she knew that there would most likely be another instance of it. Instead they turn to figuring out how to better defend themself in the light of this tragedy. There were plenty of warriors to request this from, WindClan was rather ferocious in her eyes at least compared to other clans. A fact that she quite liked, not that she really knew the other clans that well and quite frankly they didn’t want to get to know the other clans that well.

The issue lied in the fact that despite there being plenty of cats who were battle hardened in WindClan with a fountain of knowledge she disliked most of them. And given her attitude she was fairly certain that they would be disliked in equal measure. That was fine for the most part until confronted with situations like this, the pool from which she could ask from was considerably smaller compared to someone nicer like Sheeppaw. The decision of who to ask comes at an impulse as a passing inferno visage of black, red and white comes to view. Scorchstorm, while Brackenpaw disliked her mother there was neutrality given to the younger generation.

She’s quick to try and catch up to the moor-runner “Scorchstorm! Wait!” They yell as they hurriedly try to match pace, the cry out serving as a last ditch effort to try and slow her down. She considered herself to be pretty decent in terms of her agility but a tunneler apprentice paled in comparison to a moor runner seeming to be on some kind of mission. There’s no window of opportunity for the warrior to dismiss them as they start talking immediately as they reach her. “I want to be better at sparring and I don’t wanna ask Bluefrost about it” there’s a pause between sentences, there was no way she’d get a scolding for not asking her pregnant mentor for a spar right? “And you’re pretty good at it right? Can you help?” They chatter with insistence, making it clear that they were going to be a pestering presence even if she declined.

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• Brackenpaw
  ✩ they/she, tunneler apprentice of Windclan, 9 moons (ages on the 22nd)
  ⭃ a lithe and fragile looking calico that looks like they still need to grow into her ears
  ⭃ Speech, thoughts, attacking
  ⭃ NPC x NPC, mentored by Bluefrost
  ⭃ easy to befriend other kits, gradually harder to befriend every rank after that
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Juice ↛ @/ouijeejuice on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  ⭃ All opinions are IC!! Bracken is a little hater
  

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