private TWO BIRDS ON A WIRE // roeflame

[STORMYWING]

// @ROEFLAME .

The forest is quiet beneath the cool light of dawn, the sun just beginning to rise over the trees. Stormywing strides beside Roeflame, their pawsteps in sync as they follow a familiar trail through ThunderClan territory. The crisp scent of oak and damp earth fills the air, and a light breeze ruffles her fur as she glances over at her friend.

It's been a few days since Roeflame was named deputy, and the excitement in camp has settled, but the blue tabby hadn't had a chance to congratulate her in private. Now, as they walk in peaceful solitude, she knows it's the perfect moment. She nudges her friend playfully with her shoulder, her golden eyes gleaming with warmth. "So," She starts, voice light but sincere. "How does it feel being ThunderClan's new deputy? I mean, you’re a natural! But I'm sure it's still sinking in, huh?" It’s crazy to think about…they’d been apprentices together, but not for long. Roeflame, older than her, had quickly climbed the ranks, earning her warrior name and soon after, the rank of lead warrior. She’s an inspiration! “Seriously, you deserve this. Flamestar couldn’t have chosen better.” There's admiration in her gaze as she looks at her friend, pride swelling in her chest.

Before the silvery she-cat can answer, her paw catches on an uneven root, and she stumbles, her balance thrown off. In an instant, Stormywing's reflexes kick in. She lunges, sinking teeth as gently as she can into the she-cat’s tail and yanking back to steady her, preventing her from tumbling forward. "Whoa, careful there!" She laughs, her heart racing from the near fall. "Guess being deputy doesn't make you immune to tripping over your own paws, huh?" Her teasing tone is full of affection as she pulls back, making sure Roeflame is steady before continuing their walk.
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[ROEFLAME .]

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It was rare to find Roeflame free from apprentices these days, or without her paws busy tending to one task or another. While the responsibilities of a deputy had seemed like a breeze when split between four council members, they felt much heavier now resting solely on Roeflame’s shoulders.

It’s why walking along the well-trodden forest trail alongside her friend felt like a breath of fresh air, now. Rosey rays splitting through thick oak trunks light the duo’s path as they walk, and as Roeflame steps into one she feels Stormywings glance, the nudge against her shoulder bringing a playful smile to the tabby warriors face.

If there was one cat Roeflame could always rely on for an ego boost, it was Stormywing. The deputy gives her friend a less-than-humble grin- if she got a big head, Stormywing would also be to blame. However, before the warrior can give a proper answer, she feels her paw catch on something, and it’s only the secondary feeling of something yanking her tail back that keeps Roeflame from ending up muzzle-deep in soil.

Roeflame staggers, a delayed gasp escaped her slightly-ajar maw before she can gather her wits enough to look back at Stormywing. The ashen mollys tease earns a burst of earnest laughter from the deputy, made extra bold in a successful effort to ward off the embarrassment with amusement. “Stars, I guess so.” Roeflame agrees with a playful glare back towards the root that tripped her. “Sometimes when I’m lost, it feels like Flycatcher is with me, guiding me to the right decisions.” The deputy finally hums after a moment, but a grin is quick to return to her maw, “and then other times an upturned root almost takes me out.” Roeflame snorts, “maybe it’s his way of keeping me humble, huh?” It had taken many moons to be able to speak of her former mentor and friends kin with only sweet remembrance in her tone, her promotion had played a large helping paw in that.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── I GOT A POCKET ⋅✴⋅ A POCKET FULL OF SUNSHINE ──┐‎

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  ROEFLAME ✩ she/her, Deputy of Thunderclan, twenty-seven moons.
  ⭃ petite cinnamon silver ticked tabby with murky green eyes & a small scar over her left eye.
  ⭃ mate to Burnstorm ☀ mentor to Dovepaw & Dwindlingpaw
  ⭃ 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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[STORMYWING]

Stormywing's laugh echoes through the quiet forest as the red and silver she-cat straightens up, her friend's playful glare nearly making her double over. "I think Flycatcher's just making sure you're paying attention," She teases, her golden eyes twinkling with affection. "Can't have our new deputy getting too comfortable, right?"

She falls into step beside Roeflame again, her paws moving easily over the forest floor. The mention of her uncle brings a warm pang of nostalgia, and she glances up at the sunlight filtering through the trees, as if the former deputy's spirit might be watching over them right now. "You know, I wouldn't be surprised if he was guiding you," The blue tabby says, her tone more thoughtful. "He did it in life, why not now, you know? And you're doing an amazing job already, so clearly he's still got your back."

As they continue walking, Stormywing's gaze flickers to the deputy’s side, her heart swelling with pride. She's seen how hard her friend has worked, how much she's grown since their apprentice days. It's almost surreal, in a way, that they've come this far together. "I bet he's proud of you," She adds, her raspy voice softer. "Just like the rest of us are." She flicks her tail playfully against the other she-cat’s shoulder, shaking off the more serious tone before it can linger too long. "And hey, if you ever feel like another root is gonna take you out, you know who to call. I'll be your official root-yanker," She jokes with a grin, lifting her chin proudly as her striped tail curls over her back. "It's a pretty prestigious position, if I do say so myself."
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[ROEFLAME .]

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Her friends laugh is loud and warm in Roeflame’s ear, its boisterous melody only further widening the she-cats humored grin. How good it felt to hear Stormywing laugh again. The ashen tabby’s sentiment about Flycatcher keeping Roeflame on her toes earns a snort, “that’s exactly something he’d say.” The cinnamon molly agrees in a hum, making a point to step over the next upturned root.

The next words to tumble from Stormywings maw are strangely sentimental, and Roeflame’s gaze clouds over with momentary thought, however fleeting. “I mean I practically grew up watching him serve on Howlingstars council, he’d swat me over the ears if I hadn’t learned a thing or two.” Instinctively glancing back to her companion, the deputy’s smile has seemed to migrate to one side of her maw.

Luckily, Stormywing is bright enough to pick the conversation right back up, and Roeflame is thankful. If she were given too much time to talk about her former mentor… well, now wasnt the time to get choked up on too much emotion, right?

Stormywings offered services earns another, abrupt burst of laughter from Roeflame’s maw, and she nods along with her friends joke. “That sounds like quite the job. Do you do bramble removal as well?” Roeflame continues it on, chilting her chin as though she were making a genuine inquiry.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── I GOT A POCKET ⋅✴⋅ A POCKET FULL OF SUNSHINE ──┐‎

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  ROEFLAME ✩ she/her, Deputy of Thunderclan, twenty-seven moons.
  ⭃ petite cinnamon silver ticked tabby with murky green eyes & a small scar over her left eye.
  ⭃ mate to Burnstorm ☀ mentor to Dovepaw & Dwindlingpaw
  ⭃ 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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[STORMYWING]

Stormywing puffs out her chest, grinning from ear to ear as she meets her friend’s playful inquiry with a quick response. "Bramble removal? Psh, I'm practically a pro at that too," She boasts, her tail flicking in confidence. "You need a job done, I'm your she-cat!" She winks, enjoying the easy banter between them. "Plus," She adds with a smirk, her paw beginning to wave to and fro, "you never know when your new shiny deputy duties will get you caught in something even worse. I'm talkin’ thorns, mud pits, the occasional overzealous squirrel…Can't leave you stuck in the middle of all that without backup!"

She suddenly feels a surge of pride for her own reflexes getting to save the day today, but even more overpowering is the feeling of sentimentality. She’s glad they can be like this still…she’s glad for the friendship they've built over the moons. The blue tabby gives Roeflame a playful nudge with her shoulder. "Seriously though, I got your back, always. New promotion or not, you're still Roeflame to me,” She trills, tone softening for a moment, but not enough to dampen the light-hearted energy. "Just don't make me have to save you too often, or the clan will start talking about how clumsy their new deputy is!" She finishes with a grin, clearly teasing.
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