THE WRETCHED AND JOYFUL 【♛】migraine

[Briarthorn]

BRIARPAW — hello, my old heart.
Normally, Briarpaw was awoken alongside the sun, fur meticulously groomed and ready to brace another frigid day before the great ball of fire was even finished settling into the sky.
Today, however, the charcoal-hued apprentice remained in her nest, almost unmoving until far past sunrise.
Whatever had stirred her, most likely a nosey warrior or another apprentice running late, it only took a heartbeat of her eyelids fluttering before white-hot electricity strikes from what feels like the back of her brain.
With an uneasy blend between a grown and a hiss, Briarpaw staggers from her nest, pelt unkept and eye lids still struggling to properly open.
Behind hazel optics, agony bloomed. As though the initial strike of pain had sparked a wildfire within her own throbbing brain.
"Stars…" she groans as the youth would finally emerge from the apprentices den, promptly blinded by run reflecting off shimmering snow.
Unable to muster the motivation to push onward, Briarpaw is forced to lean back on her haunches with a forepaw pressed against a shaking temple.
What was this forsaken phenomenon? What had she been condemned to?

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[Snowlark.]

[ ༻❄༺ ] Seeing Briarpaw emerge from the apprentice den so late was an odd sight to behold in Snowpaw's eyes. The other was always up and punctual but not this time, no and not only that the other's fur was unkempt and by the way they were acting it would seem the other was in pain. Humming slightly the apprentice approach the other with a tilt of her head. "Everything alright?" she would ask. Briarpaw definitely seemed off today, and she was wondering if the other was getting sick after all, the other was always on top of everything as far as Snowpaw was aware so this was just not like her at all.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── You've wasted your life , but thanks for applying ──┐‎

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  Snowpaw ❄ She/Her, apprentice of Shadowclan, 5 moons.
  ⭃ Lithe long hair blue lynx sepia with high white, and yellow eyes. Stubby tail, permanent resting bitch face
  ⭃ Hailfreckle x Mudsplash
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by Ryn ↛ @/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[NETTLEPAW ♡]

Briarpaw was usually the sort to just get on with everything, to steer her whirling siblings in the right direction- she certainly wasn't the sort to grind to a halt right in front of the apprenice den, clutching her head like she was tryiong to hold it together. Bright blue eyes, still bleary with morning drowsiness, settled upon her with a mist of concern over them- he drifted vaguely to Snowpaw's side, trying to get some sort of read on Briarpaw.

The air didn't stink of metallic tang, of sting- she wasn't bleeding, then. Because oh-how he'd bet that Briarpaw'd be the type to hide an injury, wouldn't she? Hard worker 'n all, she'd not want anything to slow her down. He'd bet whatever ailed her now was annoying her quite a bit.

Still, there was cause to be concerned; and he nodded a bit after Snowpaw said it, brows furrowing. It was the nice thing to do, but also- well, Briarpaw was a good apprentice, wasn't she? One who'd be a good warrior. It wouldn't really do for her to be stumbling around like this. "I can distract your mentor if you need a bit longer in bed," he offered, half-joking and half-serious. Concern was buried very deep in his jovial tone. ​

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[LIVIDSMOKE]

" You should visit the medicine den." Lividpaw shared his own opinion on the matter as he took witness just a short distance away. He had come in here for a short nap after his latest training with Needledrift but instead find himself in this displeasing situation. Briarpaw for sure didn't look well. If it was a cold he wished her to be as far away from him as possible. Lividpaw did not wish to get sick and get his apprenticeship put on hold for it just because of somebody elses mistake. In that regard it was bothersome to be living so crowded with his clanmates. With the risk of it being contagious it was only responsible for Briarpaw to get herself checked and stay in the medicine cat den until she had recovered.




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[Briarthorn]

BRIARPAW — hello, my old heart.
As though the weight of her single forepaw was enough to knock her over, Briarpaw lets her head tilt upwards against the pressure, attempting to savor any sliver of relief her current stance could give the aching apprentice.
Everything alright?
Through a squinted gaze, Briarpaw is able to make out the form of an approaching Snowpaw with a slight grimace.
"Mhm." She mutters, tone flat and dismissive.
Just give me a moment.
Nettlepaws voice laced with genuine worry is enough to make Briarpaw force her eyes to fully open, fueled by faint suspicion.
The sunny apprentice had earned her scorn more than once in their short lives, and the raven molly couldn’t fathom what would give the other the right to be…genuine. In any sense of the word.
Weird.
"It’s just a headache. I’m fine." She grumbles with a wince, focus turning to Lividpaw with a scowl.
As though to prove her peers concern false, Briarpaw rigidly and absolutely staggers back to her paws, gait unsteady but rooted in one-sided spite.
Pointedly, she partially looks towards Nettlepaw, as though to say, see?
She wasn’t made to be nest-bound, not with the responsibilities placed upon her paws.


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