private there is so much more ࿐࿔ pebbletail

[lichenstar]

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• "Your mother... won't stop asking... if I know something," her tail sweeps just above the frosted earth, a loving exasperation dancing on a low sigh. It isn't really her priority to go snooping around in their son's affairs but she can't deny her own curiosity had been lovingly planted by her mate. Pale seas look for the dark shores of his eyes, lips lifting into an easy smile. He'd been raised well... they didn't have to fear for him most of the time.
  
  "She said something... something... kitten fever... which I guess... isn't the same... as kittencough..." The space between their brows furrows, a confession of her lingering confusion even after being lectured between swipes of a tongue through knotted fur. Her shoulders roll forward in a shrug, skirting past a decayed fern just to reunite with him on the other side of it.
  
  "So- spill," it feels unnatural to prompt from him the gossip of his personal life but if any of her children are willing to be a little honest and vulnerable, it's likely Pebbletail. As much satisfaction as she'd taken in giving him her name, he did not take marks from her personality enough to call him her mirror. "Are you... and Splashdance... still getting along? I heard... maybe you weren't.... But I didn't... want to touch at... a sore spot."
  
  With how long she'd been here, they'd practically spent their entire apprenticeships together... that was not a relationship worth scoffing at. She'd been about their age when she'd met Hazecloud... hopefully whatever kind of relationship they pursued with each other was not half so tumultuous to see its happier end.
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[pebbletail]

(☼) warmth burns gently in the beating heart of the young man as he leans against his mother, enjoying her quiet company. too much has happened over the past moons, and he feels pure contentedness to simply spend time with her in a late day sharing of tongues. gently rasping his tongue across her flank, biting the frost hued fur to untangle a knot, pebbletail lets out a surprised hum at his mother's words. lifting his head, he finds her icy gaze, warmth flushing his face. "hazeclouuuud," the young man lets out an exaggerated whine as lichenstar continues on, talking about kitten fever. of course his mother is invested in his romantic life - he should've never suspected otherwise. "it's... just don't worry about it, mom. it's like, uh, a cat wanting kits. or something." or in hazecloud's case, grandkits. sigh.

flopping back against lichenstar again, he groans, hiding the twitching smile on his maw from his mother. she nudges him, prompting, and he groans again. "yes, we're getting along." glancing up, he finds her aqua gaze unsatisfied, and scrunches up his face, embarrassment flooding him. lichenstar is observant, it seems, or at least hazecloud is. "we weren't fighting... just she was with midnightash, and i guess she told her not to talk to me, and then they broke up and ummm..." he trails off, story details the last thing on his mind. "that was a bit ago... and now, i guess you could say splash and i made up." rubbing a paw across his face, pebbletail conks his head into lichenstar's silky fur. "we're mates now."

LET ME BE YOUR OWN ☼ ICARION CARRION

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• PEBBLETAIL ☼ HE / HIM, RIVERCLAN LEAD WARRIOR, 15 MOONS. PENNED BY LAVS
  
  
  a large blue tabby with low white and vitiligo. pale blue fur covers the length of pebbletail's stocky body, sliced through with darker tabby stripes and spots. baleful orange eyes peer out of heavy set sockets, and his muzzle, paws, and tail tip are dashed with white.

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[lichenstar]

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• Hazecloud has a knack for observation that Lichenstar does not, especially when it comes to the inner workings of their clan. In that way she was a talented deputy... still she remains sore to have lost her in that way. But her fears... they were understood... and she would not suffer her mate to be apart from her for nine miserable more deaths... as if her own nine had not been cruel enough to witness by then. Her lips lift in a small, amused smile, agreeing with his exasperated tone at the pressing of their kin. She shrugs off his insistence not to fuss over the details of kitten fever, eager to not have to consider if it is nothing serious. Wanting kittens again... spring is near enough she can understand the eagerness-
  
  Wait, wanting more? Her ears flatten, frowning at the suggestion that they ought to endure that scare a second time. That they'd been fortunate that most of their young had made something of themselves. To endure such anxiety again- surely she must be going mad.
  
  Her attention finds her son again as he explains his promised good fortune with Splashdance, earning a sigh of relief from the lynx point. She was fond of that wayward girl... and was glad she could trust her son to have been raised with enough compassion not to let her blood be enough to scare him off. They would need that strength of heart... especially for Iciclefang's children. For Gladefrost's. The mention of Midnightash is... concerning, mostly embarrassing in hindsight that she had shoved the three of them onto her council without knowing of such a conflict. But it's resolution is neither here nor there, she doesn't want to be involved in whatever nightmarish drama had come from such a breakup. Her own flimsy on-again off-again history was Hazecloud was humiliating enough to last her a lifetime.
  
  Still... The answer she gets is enough to pull a surprised purr from her- a questioning glare shot his way like he'd just informed her of a dangerous secret. "Please tell me... I'm not the first parent... you've told- you're going... to get both of us... into so much trouble," she chides, reaching a paw to mess up the fur on the top of his head like he is a kit up to no good, stealing honey from the medicine cat again. "It seems Splashdance... has good taste then... Couldn't find.... a better family to leap into... if I do say so myself."
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