private TREEHOUSE &. brackenpaw

[ORANGEHEART.]

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- orangepaw feels terrible for never having made it to their last meeting. it wasn't his fault, but at the same time it was. so when brackenpaw says they wouldn't mind stepping away to talk with him, he is pretty happy about it. plus, he can rest now. he's tired from the trip to fourtrees in the first place, but he tries his best to not show it whatsoever. there is always an ache within him that makes him not want to worry others. brackenpaw is no exception.

"i really really missed you, brackenpaw. i wanted to tell someone to go tell you that I couldn't come but it was... a lot has happened. are you okay, though? you guys were going through so much the last time and I never got to cheer you up! are you cheered up, now? I hope so but if not I absolutely can cheer you up! it's what I do, you know?"

he starts to ramble to her before her suddenly feels very self conscious. he quietly winced before pushing his ears back, though he still smiles. that feeling is back. he wouldn't really understand it if brackenpaw decided that she didn't like him. he would still believe them to be best friends. but what if she hurts him? they're away enough from cats now that... maybe he should have brought someone. he is too trusting, he knows that but he can't help it, and still... his stomach twists with worry. i hope you're not upset enough to hurt me. he may not understand anger, but he can understand pain. he fully believes brackenpaw wouldn't do that to him but his nerves still bundle in spite of it. he doesn't know why.

"haha, sorry, i'm rambling. i just missed talking to you... i won't talk so much anymore."
@Brackenpaw

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── IN A RAGING BLACK OCEAN ⋅❁⋅ LOW IN THE WATER, AND NOWHERE TO GO ──┐‎

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  ORANGEPAW ✩ he/they, apprentice of thunderclan, 10 moons.
  ⭃ rather large polydactyl orange tabby with white markings, green eyes, a broken left hind leg, and scars on his face and right side
  ⭃ npc x npc // no known family. mother is deceased
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ not necessarily great in battle. semi easy to attack due to lack of expereince alone.
  ⭃ penned by scar ↛ @salemdraws on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[Brackenscar]

It's difficult to not dissect everything about Orangepaw in this moment, the way he stands, the way he walks (their eyes lock onto his injured leg) and the way he rests. It seemed that the request to step away was more so for his own sake rather than to converse, maybe they're wrong in this assumption but they can't be sure. He seems to be genuine though when isn't he? Granted she doesn't know Orangepaw well but in their limited interactions she couldn't discern a mean bone in the apprentices body. He said that he missed her and that he was sorry, even bringing something to make up for his dissapearence. She wasn't one to be easily bribed, irritation ebbed at her emotions but it was difficult to have that irritation stick. Not when he had clearly been through something, what that something was she didn't actually know.

He's met with silence in the midst of his ramblings, thinking to ask him to stop but once again it seemed like he needed this. It's easy for her to be caught off guard in this moment, the surprise evident by the subtle shift of narrowed eyes to a widened stare. he actually wanted to try and send someone to talk to me? It seems far fetched and yet she couldn't really say that she was surprised about this, it seemed in character for him. "You don't need to 'cheer me up' Orangepaw" her tone is harsh but when isn't it? Some part of her irritation manages to stick with his words but not because of the fact he seemingly abandoned them, instead it was because he still somehow manages to be so selfless.

His rambling cuts off on it's own, she wonders if it's because of what she said, she tries to not dwell on it. They shuffle from where they sit, at least right now she's able to gain some semblance of eye contact. "Don't apologise, you can talk as much as you want" Her eyes settle into a suspicious narrow once again, scowling at the thought of someone having doused his passion. Did she find him overly cheerful? Yes. Was she annoyed that he wasn't that way right now? Yes. The calico sighs "I missed you too. I don't know what's going on in your clan but... I hope that you're okay right now" she's selfish in the way she speaks. Not thinking about the benefit of ThunderClan as a whole but rather Orangepaw personally, as long as he was fine she figured everything else was fine.

"Uh. Do you need cheering up? I can try" there's an attempt to stop looking at his scars, it falters in breaks of conversation. Determined to figure out what was going on with him before he disclosed anything because she knew that if it was them then they wouldn't say anything at all.

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‎‎ ‎┌── Im just a dog ⸙ with no bite ──┐‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

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• Brackenpaw
  ✩ they/she, tunneler apprentice of Windclan, 11 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 Scorchstreak | Formally 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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[ORANGEHEART.]

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- he can't help the way he furrows his brows. they say they don't need for orangepaw to help them cheer up but something seems to be bothering them. but he can't make them. he decides he won't push them. he can't make them happy if they say they don't need it, but still he smiles. he lays down, twitching his tail, gently kneading at the ground.

"i know im a lot sometimes. i don't gotta talk if you don't want me to. I'm happy just sitting here with you."

he looks at brackenpaw with a tilt of his head when she says she hopes everything is okay now. he hopes so, too. he's got no idea if she is allowed to know what happened but he will take the trouble for it later.

"a lot happened, mhm. a lot of cats went back to the stars, including howlingstar. gentlestorm got attacked. doepath got attacked. i got attacked, too, and– well uhm, it was a lot. but a lot of skyclaw's followers and him are dead now so hopefully they've found some peace in the stars."

he can't think ill of them. he just won't do it. his tail lashes before he smiles at brackenpaw.

"brackenpaw, you just being here cheers me up, plenty. oh oh, that reminds me. I got you something! hold on!"

he sits back up and pushes his nose through the fur on his tail and pulls out two matching feathers. he pushes the largest of the feather right to them, his ears wiggling.

"matching feathers! because you're my best friend. honest."

he knows he calls everyone his friends but truly he meant it when he said she was his best. there would never be anyone that meant that much to him like she does.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── IN A RAGING BLACK OCEAN ⋅❁⋅ LOW IN THE WATER, AND NOWHERE TO GO ──┐‎

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  ORANGEPAW ✩ he/they, apprentice of thunderclan, 10 moons.
  ⭃ rather large polydactyl orange tabby with white markings, green eyes, a broken left hind leg, and scars on his face and right side
  ⭃ npc x npc // no known family. mother is deceased
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ not necessarily great in battle. semi easy to attack due to lack of expereince alone.
  ⭃ penned by scar ↛ @salemdraws on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[Brackenscar]

She frowns, picking apart the way he gently kneads at the ground and the way his tail twitches. Despite the smile they assume that they did something wrong here, maybe they should have just said yes to him cheering them up. Though it would be disingenuous and that's the last thing that they want to be when around him. Orangepaw seemed to be insincere about things enough, the thought is bitter and washes away quickly as she tries to not dwell on anything negative surrounding their friend. "You're not 'a lot', now Tigersting... she's a lot." They can already feel their head throb in annoyance at the thought of the moor-runner. "You're just fine as is, I don't mind you talking" they hate showing a little bit of vulnerability, showing weakness like that is an irritation to her. Though, she has been noticing that softer side to themself when thinking about their friends, and that was showing through now.

An ear flicks as she crosses her paws, extending a claw to trace shapes on the dirt below. Something less tactful than kneading but it was something to keep her mind occupied while he spoke. There's a sense of familiarity to her in this moment, it feels similar to when he tried to coax out what happened when Duskclan attacked. Though it sounds that there was no kit stealing, some semblance of a bright side of things. Her gut sinks at the mention of their leader, Howlingstar, and her passing alongside the attack on those who seem close to him. "You're... Close with Gentlestorm right? Sorry that happened" would their sympathies fall flat? They rarely say that they're sorry in reaction to anything.

"how... do you feel about all that?" she shuffles to sit a little closer to him, gaze narrowing in suspicion as she tries to determine what is said to placate them and what is said in truth. "You said you were attacked, are you feeling better?" They presumed so otherwise he wouldn't be in attendance tonight but she's unsure if anyone has actually asked him that before now.

That suspicious glare turns to something softer, fondness tracing faint lines in the creases of her expression as he presents to matching feathers. Her tail flicks passively as she extends a pale paw out to brush it against the feather he passes. "I... Orangepaw you didn't have to" she mumbles, trying to sound annoyed but falling flat. They remember all the bug wings that they have collected and picked apart, feeling foolish that they didn't bring anything to him in return. Though at the start of this conversation she was livid at him for abandoning her, so she reluctantly and with embarrassment allow some kind of grace.

"you're my best friend too" they mutter with a hmph, rolling their eyes but with no heat behind them. "Since... Scorchstreak is the deputy I'll probably be at more gatherings... I'll bring some wings or something in case you go to another one" there are so many cats out there in the clans that they doubt that they'll see him again at one for some time. "Or we could just meet up some time? Sunstar's got this dumb rule where a warrior needs to be with us now so I doubt that'll happen any time soon" not that they really listen to the rules laid out before them.

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‎‎ ‎┌── Im just a dog ⸙ with no bite ──┐‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

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  ooc.
  
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• Brackenpaw
  ✩ they/she, tunneler apprentice of Windclan, 11 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 Scorchstreak | Formally 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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