private VOLTAGE RUNNIN’ THROUGH HER SKIN // roeflame

[STORMYWING]

The forest hums with life in the early morning light, frost still clinging stubbornly to the edges of ThunderClan's camp. Stormywing is sitting just outside of the warrior's den as she finishes stretching out her lean frame. A restless, cold night has left her stiff and she doesn't want to risk pulling a muscle today. It doesn't help that she can't keep the shivers away - stars, it's cold out! But despite the chill biting at her short pelt, every muscle within her body thrums with purpose. A single-minded determination that has carried her through the past few moons.

Regain their trust. It's a mantra she's repeated every day since her talk with Flamestar, whispered in the quiet moments when hopelessness threatens to creep in. Her clanmates' wary glances and whispered conversations swath her mind like cobwebs. The knowledge of their judgment is heavy, but she shoulders it with grit. Actions speak louder than words, she knows, and she's determined to prove herself, no matter how long it takes.

So that's why she scans the camp, and as soon as her golden eyes land on a familiar silver-colored pelt near the fresh-kill pile, she strides purposefully towards her. Before her is a cat who knows her better than most, who has stood by her even when their friendship has been put to the test. She's also one of the cats the tabby wants to prove herself to most, now. She quickens her pace, dipping her head as she approaches. "Roeflame, hey," The warrior greets respectfully, settling into a seated position. Her tail curls tightly around her paws, her posture tense. "I'm looking for something to do. Anything, really. A patrol, hunting…whatever you need done, I'll take it." Her gaze flickers toward the camp's entrance, the hint of a challenge sparking in her tone. "Or give me something big. I can handle it."

She turns back to the deputy and searches her expression. Despite her confident words, there's a flicker of vulnerability in her eyes, quickly buried beneath her determined exterior. She needs this, needs to prove to her clan, to best friend, that she's still a cat ThunderClan can rely on.​

// @ROEFLAME .

 

[ROEFLAME .]

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Bleary-eyed and cold, Roeflame had been more so in a trance than simply grazing through the fresh-kill pile. The rosetted molly wasn't even that hungry, but heavy legs had wandered over here and seemed to have forgotten how to move.

Restless nights were not something that plagued the deputy so much anymore, but now it was anticipation that kept her up long past moon-rise. Mulling over the last council meeting over in her mind, her brain keeping busy with strategy… things to do to prepare. It's Stormywing's eager approach that finally breaks Roeflame's hypnotic hold, celadon hues flickering upwards with a sudden presence behind them. "Stormywing," Roeflame hums in return towards her friend, watching the ashen warrior seat herself all too rigidly; her brow bone quirks.

She had laid out her feelings to the best of her capacity already, and with Stormywing actively proving her apology to ThunderClan everyday, their friendship had gradually begun to fall back into place, with Roeflame offering what support she could. It's why the deputy feels comfortable with a small tease springing from her tongue as she gives her chest fur a couple of looks. "Has the ice frozen your spine?" She prompts, lifting her muzzle with a small quirk of her lip at her friends request; "Maybe if you can relax those shoulders a little, you're making mine itch!"

In all seriousness, Roeflame of course admired the ashen-and-cloud tabbies determination, and she is pleased to see the familiar spark of challenge in the she-cats eyes. After a brief pause to think, the perfect job for Stormywing comes to the deputy's mind. "We're running low on useable moss, I was going to send Thundergleam
out to scout the territory for more." With the dry cold, any remaining patches unharmed by the chill were likely by the river, or hidden under long-fallen forest debris. "Feel up for it?"

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── 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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