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[Briarthorn]

.·:*¨༺🕷༻¨*:·. Since she and her mother’s conversation shortly before her warrior ceremony, it had set their relationship on a slow mend. A new piece of the bridge carefully formed with each passing greeting, every quiet meal shared together. Briarthorn had meant what she said, she was done being angry. Still, the wound that the small positives worked so desperately to scar still stung when pressed the right way. Briarthorn still lacked answers, who her father was, why her mother was who she was… what her namesake meant.
Today had been a particularly irritating day in regards to the incessant wonders, and by the time her paws had reached the cave her subconscious had guided her towards, the young warrior suddenly found herself seeming only foolish. Nonetheless, she was here, and from within she could see Starlinghearts gaze had already found her.
"My paws are sore, and my scar has been aching." A pitiful excuse, still spoken coolly as Briarthorn takes another, more confident step into the rocked-edged gap.
If Starlingheart would allow her to venture further, Briarthorn would get herself comfortable, resting on her haunches within the fern-encircled clearing. Hazel optics dance around the den for a moment before turning onto Starlingheart. "How long have you known my mother?" The natural edge of her voice is softened with some effort, as though she is making idle small talk. "Was she close, with Briarstar?" Surely, Starlingheart must have some thoughts on Briarthorn’s existence as, well- Briarthorn. Skunktail certainly had.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── ALL YOU HAVE IS YOUR FIRE ⋅ ࿏ ⋅ AND THE PLACE YOU NEED TO REACH ──┐‎

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  BRIARTHORN ꔫ she/her, warrior of shadowclan, 12 moons.
  ⭃ slender, lean-muscled black she-cat with sharp hazel eyes & large ears.
  ⭃ daughter of Forestshade && Vulturemask ࿏ sister to Screechpaw && Sweetpaw
  ⭃ 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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[Starlingheart]

Shadow's passing over her den are hard to miss especially when her paws are not occupied by the usual methodical tasks that came with the day to day of her role. Sorting herbs counting, chewing them into poultices to be used on patients, gathering cobwebs, gathering and soaking moss to give water to the elders, tending to the clan's graveyard. There is a lot of hard work that comes with being a medicine cat that she is certain the rest of the can does not think of when they picture her daily life. When finally she is able to settle down and find peace, it is brief. Made shorter by this unexpected visitor. Still, she does not complain as she pushes herself to her paws. "I should-should have something for that" she says, her voice tired but a warm smile worn upon her features. "C-come in, settle down while I-while I grab the herbs" she motions to a spot nearby with a flick of her tail as she makes her way to the rock wall in which Briarthorn's remedy would be found.

She pulls a comfrey root down from her stores, taking note that she now only has one. She would have to go out into the territory and find more, but that was a job best left for tomorrow, when she has had rest and there is daylight to see by. As she pulls the root down, Briarthorn speaks, her question making Starlingheart's whiskers twitch with surprise. Where did the sudden curiosity come from? she finds herself wondering. "My whole life" she answers "Your mother- your mother was my- was Briarstar's apprentice." Her mother had not taken on the typical role of a queen, she had ruled her clan even when Starlingheart had been a kit, trained her apprentice, went out on patrols, and a lot of her childhood had been spent under the care of others. She had not minded though. "I was-was young when she passed. I don't remember much of-of that time but uh- yeah. I-I believe they were.." They had to have been for Forestshade to have named one of her kits after her, after all.

She pauses in the conversation to lean down and take the comfrey root into her jaws, working it into a pulp and leaving a gap in the conversation for Briarthorn to speak again if she had further questions, which Starlingheart could not help but suspect that she did.

( ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. ) fly me up on a silver wing

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  STARLINGHEART SHADOWCLAN MEDICINE CAT; SHE / HER ; SISTER TO PITCHSTAR, CHITTERTONGUE, NIGHTSWARM, SKUNKTAIL, AND LILACFUR. MOTHER TO NETTLEPAW, FLINTWISH AND GHOSTMASK.
  

  A skinny she cat with short black and white fur littered with scars and one singular green eye.

  ✦ Easy in battle + has little to no formal battle training
  

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[Briarthorn]

.·:*¨༺🕷༻¨*:·. Careful pine-laden hues watch the herb Starlingheart fetches, realizing that with her ploy-motivated ailments came the fact she’d actually have to eat the cure. Her paws were a bit sore, now that she thought about it. Starlinghearts response is not new information for Briarthorn, but it still prompts slitted pupils to dance from the root to the ebony healer. The leaders untimely death left little for Starlingheart to remember, and the young warrior shifts with a near reluctance glance to the pulp the other began to create. "I’ve never really asked.. about her." Briarthorn admits with a twitch of her ear, the her in question was up for interpretation, she supposed it was truth for both her mother and her namesake alike. "What was Forestshade like as an apprentice?" The next question comes after a few more carefully calculated heartbeats, the warriors demeanor remains more casual than usual and her voice steady, trying to bury the fact that her questions were so out of her usual choice of conversation.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── ALL YOU HAVE IS YOUR FIRE ⋅ ࿏ ⋅ AND THE PLACE YOU NEED TO REACH ──┐‎

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  BRIARTHORN ꔫ she/her, warrior of shadowclan, 12 moons.
  ⭃ slender, lean-muscled black she-cat with sharp hazel eyes & large ears.
  ⭃ daughter of Forestshade && Vulturemask ࿏ sister to Screechpaw && Sweetpaw
  ⭃ 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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[Starlingheart]

The girls next question has Starlingheart's mind spiralling backwards, imagining a time when Forestshade was younger, conjuring an image behind her eyes of a tortoiseshell pelt and murky green eyes "She was- was much the same as she is now" she answers with a soft huff of amusement "Headstrong, stubborn, she always had to get her way but- but she was-is a good hunter and-and there was always this- this freedom to her.. If that makes any sense" probably not, Starlingheart wasn't sure how to explain it, but growing up, there had been a certain carefree air about the she-cat who trained under her mother that she had always been envious of. She wishes she could let go in the same way, look at things without the shaded film and just experience things the way Forestshade did sometimes.

But no, to do that would mean that she regretted her path. It was more difficult than the one most others chose, yes, and perhaps if she hadn't chosen it then she could be as spirited as some others. But she would not trade her life for anyone else's in a heartbeat. Twisted and melancholy as it sometimes was there was also joy to be found. In her work when someone got better, in the small moments spent with Flintwish or her nieces and nephews. And here, talking to the cat who had been blessed with her mothers name.

( ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. ) fly me up on a silver wing

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  STARLINGHEART SHADOWCLAN MEDICINE CAT; SHE / HER ; SISTER TO PITCHSTAR, CHITTERTONGUE, NIGHTSWARM, SKUNKTAIL, AND LILACFUR. MOTHER TO NETTLEPAW, FLINTWISH AND GHOSTMASK.
  

  A skinny she cat with short black and white fur littered with scars and one singular green eye.

  ✦ Easy in battle + has little to no formal battle training
  

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