pafp They sing the same old song ⸙ Plant regrowth

[Brackenpaw]

Most of Brackenpaw’s time was either within the constricting confines of the tunnels or within the camp walls. There were times where she would wander off into the moors but given the stricter boundaries on what an apprentice could and couldn’t do had made things more difficult. She guessed moments like these were more exciting though, not that they would express that. With a sniff she walked beside Foxglare, eyes scanning the moorland around them. It was still as dull as they last saw it, though the plants had been growing more. Still, the landscape blended together until their eyes fell on a small puff of yellow.

The sight of a dandelion brought excitement, it was an ugly little thing. Barely grown and sprouting from regrowing weeds amongst the grass. Normally she wouldn’t particularly care, another weird smell found lingering near the medicine den and another nameless plant in the flora when not inside camp. However, she had been trying to see the beauty in things like this even if the idea made them gag. Moons ago this wouldn’t be sprouting, moons ago there would just be charred black grass. So they guessed that was actually pretty cool! Besides, Foxglare must be pretty upset since he was the one who found out that Cottonsprig was missing. They still felt some form of gratitude for getting her and Beepaw out of WindClan when the fires got so bad, so maybe this was some kind of way to repay that consideration in their own way.

“Hey old man” she glances to the scarred tom with a neutral expression, though the tone of their voice had lifted to something a little playful. “Do you see this flower?” She bounds forward to walk closer to it, pointing it out to him “it kinda looks like you” she muses out loud. In an abstract sense anyway, they were both kinda golden, that wasn’t the point of this at all though. This was to try and distract from the gloom surrounding WindClan right now, not that it ever really goes away. They raise a white paw to bat at it lightly, grinning as it bounces back, that must mean that it’s pretty strong.

“It’s cool seeing the plants growing back. Have you noticed anything else growing recently?” They tilt her head as she glances at him, hoping that the draw of a conversation would be a good enough thing to take his mind off of things for a while. Hopefully enough to keep some kind of lighter tone for others in the patrol, if that would be a kindness that the clan can be afforded.

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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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