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the nights grew colder with each passing sunrise. frost clings to the fresh weaving of their dens and gorse wall, tall and imposing where the land gave way to the hollow they call home, and freckleflame stares out at it through still - wide eyes. the night is dark, lit only by a slit of the moon above and a smattering of stars to return her wandering gaze. the moss beneath her body feels too cold, tonight — most nights. had her nest felt right, since her return? when they’d come back, things had been in disarray ; she’d had to pull a whole bed of fresh moss, they all had. what remained had reeked, has beeen tattered and soiled with fleas. contaminated. when they’d returned, freckleflame had helped empty the scraps of their warrior den and placed her own nest just as she had when she’d first graduated. it was just slightly off from where she’d slept before. off - center. there was a draft coming from.. somewhere. we’re there twigs in this moss? no — she’d scraped it herself.
the tortoiseshell releases a frustrated sound, lifts and drops herself huffily to her other side to no avail. her tail plaps against the ground, ears coming to pin against her skull ; dawn would be upon them soon, and sleep was not so much a shadow in her sight. so she turns, and she jostles and she sniffs, tucks her limbs beneath her and untucks them to stretch out again to full length. sleep was.. hard, but since their return, it had become — unmanageable. her eyes sting. her muscles ache, her mind grows sluggish. her heart, however, never seemed to get the memo. it thrums, faster and faster the more she tries to relax. the tighter she curls in on herself, the longer her lids stay drifted to a neat close. impossible. it was impossible. they’d been here, in her home, in her best. her family had been resting, hadn’t they? the kits — exhaustion consumes her and yet she bolts upright.
she exits the warriors den without a word.
a slow stop alongside the dirt slope that makes up the walls of their camp and freckleflame settles her rump against the edge, leans back — the fur beneath her shoulders bunch, jutting dark fur upward to tangle with twine and soil. her breath still feels too quick, too rapidfire from her maw. what was wrong with her? moonhigh and here she sat, leaning, panting like a sun bleached badger. her chest beats an unsteady rise - fall - rise, but the air is crisp out this way, easier to breathe, to calm her pitter - patter heart. away from resting bodies and accumulated heat, the sound of gentle snoring in the dark night, she slides down the dirt path until she lies near fully upon her back, forepaws lifted and tucked against the bulk of her maned chest. paw steps sound, and blue - green eyes do not sway from where they stare upwards. had she woken them? she doesn’t feel the need to ask — they would surely tell her anyway.
” you know.. “ she starts, quiet breath of a murmur, ” if ya look real close at the stars, if ya look reeeal close, you can make somethin’ out sometimes. shapes. like.. like just there! “ a paw lifts. a single, lazily shed claw glints in low moonlight. her features light in a smile, regardless of the pit in her gaze, ” you can see a.. squirrel. kind of. if you.. squint, and turn your head like this.. “
the tortoiseshell releases a frustrated sound, lifts and drops herself huffily to her other side to no avail. her tail plaps against the ground, ears coming to pin against her skull ; dawn would be upon them soon, and sleep was not so much a shadow in her sight. so she turns, and she jostles and she sniffs, tucks her limbs beneath her and untucks them to stretch out again to full length. sleep was.. hard, but since their return, it had become — unmanageable. her eyes sting. her muscles ache, her mind grows sluggish. her heart, however, never seemed to get the memo. it thrums, faster and faster the more she tries to relax. the tighter she curls in on herself, the longer her lids stay drifted to a neat close. impossible. it was impossible. they’d been here, in her home, in her best. her family had been resting, hadn’t they? the kits — exhaustion consumes her and yet she bolts upright.
she exits the warriors den without a word.
a slow stop alongside the dirt slope that makes up the walls of their camp and freckleflame settles her rump against the edge, leans back — the fur beneath her shoulders bunch, jutting dark fur upward to tangle with twine and soil. her breath still feels too quick, too rapidfire from her maw. what was wrong with her? moonhigh and here she sat, leaning, panting like a sun bleached badger. her chest beats an unsteady rise - fall - rise, but the air is crisp out this way, easier to breathe, to calm her pitter - patter heart. away from resting bodies and accumulated heat, the sound of gentle snoring in the dark night, she slides down the dirt path until she lies near fully upon her back, forepaws lifted and tucked against the bulk of her maned chest. paw steps sound, and blue - green eyes do not sway from where they stare upwards. had she woken them? she doesn’t feel the need to ask — they would surely tell her anyway.
” you know.. “ she starts, quiet breath of a murmur, ” if ya look real close at the stars, if ya look reeeal close, you can make somethin’ out sometimes. shapes. like.. like just there! “ a paw lifts. a single, lazily shed claw glints in low moonlight. her features light in a smile, regardless of the pit in her gaze, ” you can see a.. squirrel. kind of. if you.. squint, and turn your head like this.. “
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𖦹 . LESBIAN. SINGLE, CRUSHES EASILY. SMELLS LIKE SUN - WARMED OAK. FOURTEEN MOONS. NAMED A WARRIOR 8 / 3 / 2023. MENTORED UNDER WOLFWIND, PENNED BY ANTLERS !!!
f. she / her, daughter of sunfreckle and rabbitnose. large cream - ribboned tortoiseshell with seaglass eyes. fire - forged, smoldering ; shades of vibrant russet, dousing swathes of shadow and interwoven with ribbons pale cream come to drape like licks of flame over a well - toned form.in warriorhood she has grown to full, hulking height ; unspecified maine coon heritage born of sunfreckle's kittypet background shows itself in large, round paws and tufted, long - furred toes set upon thick, tabby - splotched limbs. freckleflame is broad shouldered and square - jawed, wild cheek fur like the blazing edges of a red sun — a hulking, thick - furred thunderclan warrior, forever blaze - kissed. a characteristic lack of personal space leads her to a slouching, touchy posture, often inclined to lean or bump against her peers, all while bearing a wide, bright - eyed grin.
———˙⋆ — prone to bouts of explosive emotion. all opinions are solely in - character and during these times, often untrue or said only in anger.
