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[TIGERSTING]

The learning curve of adjusting to her blindness was just as difficult as Tigersting predicted it to be. She approached the challenge with small steps— first she acclimated herself to camp, familiarizing herself with all the imperfections of the sandy hollow which she'd simply disregard with sight. A dip here, shrubs there... here she sunbathed as a kit and over there is where she roughhoused with her siblings. There are always unpredictable variables like a rock overturned she would stub her toes, she could manage such things. If she thought leaving the relative comfort of Cottonsprig's lair was daunting then outside of camp was something all in itself. Tigersting couldn't have done it without her close circle and appallingly Brackenpaw. On some level maybe Brackenpaw understood, being a tunneler they often could not rely on their sight. There were tips on how to better utilize her other senses Tigersting picked up from the calico and she served as a companion as she explored how she would need to adapt to the blindness.

It took much longer for Tigersting to feel fine enough to leave the confines of camp but with a brave face— guarding the obscene anxiety which urges her to run back to camp— Tigersting has now, gradually, returned to her warrior duties. After several infuriating attempts to hunt, all ending in failure, the russet tabby now has proof she is worth her salt. She emerges from the heather tunnel and practically skips into camp, head held high. In her jaws she carries a mouse, small and unexceptional but prey nonetheless; prey she caught, all by herself. Tigersting sets it down momentarily and raises her head to survey the camp through blind eyes, her nose twitching as she sorts through the innumerable scents of camp. As she finds the scent she was looking for her tail whips, sweeping up sand in its wake and a grin curls the edges of her lips up.

She swipes up the mouse and bounds over to Brackenpaw, her tail now twists anxiously at her heels as she approaches but the grin still remains. Tigersting hopes they're not in a sour mood, in the last few moons she has had nothing to celebrate, nothing, and may well cuff the calico over her ridiculous ears if they were to diminish the moment. Preemptively Tigersting's brows furrow but with a dismissive shrug she presses aside her concern, her mood uplifting as quickly as it fell. Brackenpaw knows better. "Hey!"

She swings the mouse at Brackenpaw and it lands close by her paws. "Look, for you." Tigersting prowls closer, pressing her once muscular shoulder against their own before falling back on her haunches. She pricks one ear up as the other falls. "I don't hear you congratulating me," she quips, her smile spreading eye to eye. Her head tips down to stare down at her friend, murky hues shifting as she wonders if Brackenpaw is staring the measly fresh-kill with disgust. The she-cat mumbles, "It's my first successful hunt... not much, yeah, but it's for you or whatever.. as like, thanks-" Tigersting grumbles softly after and puffs out a breath of air to move fur out of her face. Not usually the kind for such sentiments toward anyone but maybe her brother she doesn't exactly feel comfortable saying 'thank you.' "Well just eat the damn thing, would you?"

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MINE IS YOURS AND YOURS IS MINE 𓃮𖤓°⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 𓃬 THERE IS NO DIVIDE

• please wait for @Brackenpaw
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  daughter of & sister to || moor-runner of WINDCLAN || 15 moons || she/her
  — chocolate tabby w/ low white
  — a reckless cat with an abrasive personality​

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[Brackenscar]

Head titled to the side Brackenpaw squints as she lifts a stone, to no avail there is no bug trying to survive the harsh weather underneath. She heard from a clanmate that sometimes they can be found under rocks like that, they're sleeping or something, truthfully they tried to shut their voice out but she had been interested. With a click of their tongue she shits up a little straighter, debating standing up to go see if Sheeppaw was busy or if they could find Frightpaw. Instead of either option it is Tigerpaw's call that draws her attention, there was a long period of time where hearing such a tone would quickly turn the calico into the opposite direction. Part of them still considers doing it but she thinks right now Tigersting would find it funny, or not think they're doing it on purpose.

Instead she remains planted where she is, kicking the rock aside to show their frustration over their lack of findings. Large ears flicking in her friends direction, a mouse hung from the moor runner which had caught her attention. She's gone hunting? Concern flickers in her chest, had anyone been with Tigersting? Not that the larger she-cat truly needs her paw held to do something. Knowing her she'd probably hiss and snarl over it, stars help anyone who tries to. Still, her gaze lingers on the mouse. The idea of her potentially being stubborn enough to go out there just by herself, clearly it went fine though, she even caught a mouse from this hunt so they don't need to worry so much. "What do you want?" the call with a roll of their eyes, despite the unimpressed show she puts on she is quick to close the distance between the pair, voice drawing closer to the blind cat as the calico settles on her haunches in front of her.

The mouse is swung, Brackenpaw is unsure where her friend intended for it to land but it hits against her leg with a 'thunk'. They grimace at the feeling but presses her shoulder against Tigersting's own anyways. "Didn't realise you were feeling charitable today" they comment with a smirk, tone taunting as she prods at the mouse now laid against their paws. Head dipped they press their nose against the short fur of the rodent, it was fresh and seemed pretty cleanly killed. There's an impressed hum as she flicks her tail, contemplating what they should say here. Thankfully there's some guidance from the russet tabby, "oh that's what I'm supposed to say?" they chuckle, presuming that the moor runner was just joking around since it seems like trying to make her be serious felt like pulling teeth.

This wasn't the case though. The mistake is enough for them to lash their tail, giving the impression that for some reason the calico had a reason to be mad. "Thank you, I appreciate that. Are you sure you don't want to celebrate by eating it?" They feel awkward, thank you's are rarely given. There's a prolonged pause before she sighs, knowing that even her own stubborn attitude is nothing against the tabbys. Shuffling they bump their shoulder against hers before picking up the mouse.

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  Brackenpaw ✩ They/she, tunneler apprentice, 14 moons
  
  
  
  
  ⸙ A scowling, tiny calico who still needs to grow into her ears.
  ⸙ Mentored by Scorchstar | Formally mentored by Bluefrost.
  ⸙ Speech, thoughts, attacking.
  ⸙ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ( underline and tag when attacking ).
  ⸙ All opinions are IC only.
  penned by Juice.
  

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[Frightpaw]

*+:｡.｡ As though pulling herself from Brackenpaw's very shadow, Frightpaw would make her presence known with a silky purr. "Wow, congratulations Tigersting! " She approaches the two with ivory teeth displayed in a pleasant grin, moonshining eyes directed, mostly, at Brackenpaw then at her spotted shoulder, currently being assaulted by the cinnamon tabby, before - finally - trailing back up to the hunter herself. Frightpaw doesn't entirely understand how the two can connect so warmly yet lash their tails and speak with an edge in their voice. But she doesn't need to understand, does she? All that's important is that Frightpaw gets that spot on Brackenpaw's other side, aiming to press tightly against her friend. "A small mouse-like that must've been hard to catch, " she compliments, thistle blossoms woven tightly with thorn, "The skinnier the speedier, and this one's basically all bones! Your hand-eye coordination must be amazing! "

*+:｡.｡ Updated 12/28/24

• I'm sorry I'm sorry my girl sUCKS
• " Speech "
  
  
  GENERAL:
  ☾ Frightpaw
  ☾ DFAB— She/Her — Unsure
  ☾ 12 moons
  ☾ Windclan moor-runner apprentice
  ☾ Sister to Deathpaw, Witherpaw, Grasspaw, Whitepaw and Midnightpaw
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ☾Physically hard | mentally hard
  ☾ Attack in bold #1b1e21
  injuries: None