pafp theres a cold wind blowing // checking in

[Periwinklebreeze.]

ATOMS AND LOW SELF-ESTEEM,
IS THAT ALL THAT I'M GONNA BE ? ​

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periwinklebreeze ❀ 27 moons ❀ demi-boy ❀ windclan lead warrior ​

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In the wake of weepingpaw's dissapearance and the loss of rivewhisper and mouseflight, periwinklebreeze sticks to camp more then ever - hovering around his kin like a particularily stubborn fly. In truth, it does little to curb his nerves - cheek torn raw from grit teeth, claws whittled away in his worry. Sleep comes fitfully, if at all, and smoke streaked fur lies messily an unkept. And still, he pushes on, a smile on his maw that never quite reaches his eyes and a tail that twitches nervously with every breath. Leafbare coming early has only added to the weight upon his shoulders, and he's all but slumping as he returns to camp, rabbit clutched in his jaws like the precious lifeline it is. And yet... he does not turn to offer it to the queens, who he knows have already eaten, but instead his niece - pawsteps treading softly against prickly grass in silence. " Share with me? " he asks quietly, setting his catch down neatly at their paws - because it's far easier then asking what he really wants to.

━ actions & " speech, " & 'thoughts/quotes' ━

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W H A T -D O E S - M Y -L I F E -E V E N -M E A N ?

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// please wait for @Frightpaw

 

[Frightpaw]

*+:｡.｡ Frightpaw has always struggled to care when people leave. So used to seeing strangers come and familiar people go, disappearing into the night or flopping dead beneath the daylight. In truth, she barely noticed the recent deaths that had plagued Windclan. She didn't know Rivewhisper, nor Mouseflight - she had somewhat of a connection to Weepingpaw since they were technically kin, but even then she, too, was just another name to be lost with time. Nightingalecry was the first and last of the damned to earn her tears, maybe Rattleheart if his death hadn't pissed Frightpaw off so immensely. It was always the ones she enjoyed attention from that left her for the most rotten of reasons.
But as she'd quickly come to learn, life goes on. Seasons change, the prey pile grows and wanes, and Frightpaw inches ever closer to warriorhood. Boring.
Dull. Empty.

But, there remain some cats that still spark some warmth in her.

"PeriPeriPeri! " Frightpaw chirps, cold silver eyes now flow to bursting with dancing moonlight as she lays them upon her favorite uncle. She's on him in an instant, shoving her head into the nook beneath his chin, reveling in his warmth and scent. With Nightingalecry gone, there are so few people in this clan - in this world - worth spending time with. Periperiperi will always be at the top of her list.

"Yeah! " she purrs, pulling back at his offer and agreeing enthusiastically. "Foxglare had me working to the bone all day!, I could use a bite " Without hesitation, she begins to take the first bite, not noticing Periwinklebreeze looking like something's caught in their throat.

*+:｡.｡ Updated 9/21/24

• " Speech "
  
  
  GENERAL:
  ☾ Frightpaw
  ☾ DFAB— She/Her — Unsure
  ☾ 9 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
  ☾ Windclan apprentice
  ☾ Sister to Deathpaw, Witherpaw, Grasspaw, Whitepaw and Midnightpaw
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ☾Physically easy | mentally medium
  ☾ Attack in bold #1b1e21
  injuries: None