camp WATCHING STARS COLLIDE ☀ stolen lunch

[ROEFLAME .]

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The image of her family disappearing through the gorse tunnel plays relentlessly behind her wary celadon gaze. She had been walking the fine-line, and had toppled over the moment the lead warrior had been pushed too hard.
What kind of mother was she? What kind of mate?
The first night Roeflame reveled in her woes, but come sunrise the brassed she-cat would force herself to shelf them, what good had wallowing over the consequences of her actions ever done? Right.

The sun rises and it falls and it rises again, yet this dawn brings no cool relief from the persistent green-leaf heat. When Roeflame finally steps from the warriors den, it is more of a drag. She is sleepless. Again. How could she bring herself to fall into the comforting abyss when she shared a den with wolves? She could hear a faint chastise in her ear, Burnstorm. Or, at least his voice… separated from some time back to bring Roeflame shallow comfort now.

She pushes herself fully out of the den, and with one tentative pawstep after another, she finally makes it to the fresh-kill pile. She reaches for a small mouse, but she had no sooner brushed it than another paw comes out of nowhere, smacking it from the warriors grasp.
Did we say you could eat?
Roeflame doesn’t connect the voice to the cat until she adjusts her gaze to look at them, fighting the urge to crinkle her muzzle in disgust. The wolves had descended. Briarsong and Yewflame.

There is a war going on behind hazy green optics, pupils flickering to-and-fro with a near rapid pace. Roeflame is sleep-deprived, torn from her children and mate, and famished. The bigger, fiercer part of herself wants to bite Yewflames head off from their shoulders, sink her teeth into Briarsongs jugular and rip her throat right from under their jaw, throw these parts of them down at Skyclaw’s paws. She could. The scene plays out in her mind, and it is soothing. Soothing enough to keep Roeflame grounded. One day soon, she’d make it a reality.

Her chin tilts, despite her short stature she had never been the smallest cat in the clearing. She wouldn’t be now, even in silence. They are both looking for a reaction, she knows. It’s in their hungry, beady eyes. Roeflame narrows her own, if only slightly. Still, she wouldn’t give them a drop of satisfaction. Her teeth sink into her tongue.

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

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  flava text tags, no need to wait — @BRIARSONG @Yewflame!
  
  

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  ROEFLAME ✩ she/her, Lead Warrior of Thunderclan, twenty-two moons.
  ⭃ petite cinnamon silver ticked tabby with murky green eyes & a small scar over her left eye.
  ⭃ mate to Burnstorm ☀ mentor to Foxpaw
  ⭃ 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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[SHININGSUN]

☼ "Now that wasn't very nice." Shiningsun speaks up as his large form makes a slow approach towards the freshkill pile and those gathered by it. He had seen how Briarsong and Yewflame had smacked the mouse away from Roeflame, and he just couldn't stand by and say nothing. Hating other cats was a hard thing for Shiningsun, but ever since... ever since everything went down he finally understood what it felt like to truly hate another living being. He longed for the day that Skyclaw and his followers finally faced justice, but now he could only fight the smaller battles in his own way. "Prey is to be shared, yes? I already brought food to the queens, the kits, and elders, so I think we can allow the warriors to eat now." The fluffy tom beamed a bright smile as he tried to sway things his way. No claws, no insults. Slowly he turned his gaze towards Roeflame. "We can split something between us, sound good?" Surely he could shield her from further torment that way, right? Would Briarsong and Yewflame attempt anything then? Shiningsun wasn't sure, but he would be damned if he didn't try to keep the peace.
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[Dwindlingpaw]

⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊ Why couldn't they be evil snakes quietly,? Always bothering everyone. Some cats were trying to eat here! Dwindlingpaw could not keep her mouth shut to save her life, and this time was no exception. Only monsters would want to steal food from the queen. "Because nobody asked you mousebrains." she hissed lowly.

Roeflame was a mother and mate, and the apprentice realized that she had a lot to defend. Despite her refusal to respond to the two traitors, the queen faced the conflict full-on and kept her head high. Perhaps she couldn't be bothered to deal with something so trivial? There was an elegant defiance in her quiet. Dwindlingpaw wished she could be so calm and levelheaded.

"You need your energy, you should eat something heavier than a mouse." Dwindlingpaw nodded firmly to Roeflame. She could handle herself but support was alway comforting. Maybe there was a rebellion in the making, hidden behind her restless eyes.

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  Dwindlingpaw— She/Her ･ Thunderclan Apprentice･ PENNED BY @Ghostunes!

  ☀︎ A fluffy (LH) flame point cat with low white and has blue eyes
  ☀︎ Crimsonsun x Shadedmoon​

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[BRIARSONG]

☆⋅⋆ ── briarsong lets out an impatient huff at roeflame's restrained tongue. where was the bite that kept skyclaw's eyes trained onto her? the silver tinged warrior surely picked an annoying time to mind her manners. and shiningsun approaches with a beaming smile, words wishing for peace. unity. surely, he wasn't so dim.

"if roeflame has a problem with it, i'm sure she would tell us herself." briarsong hums, sending a raised brow look to the lead warrior, stoking a reaction. she brushes off his attempts to share prey with roeflame, attention garnered by dwindlingpaw. a hint of disgust rests upon her white muzzle. this kit had yet to be put in her place. briarsong rolls her eyes at the flame pointed child's hiss, her show of support. it was pitiful. "mind yourself, kit." she mutters, white tail flicking. "or, if you're feeling so bold, feel free to speak your grievances to your leader."

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── PRAISE ME FOR MARTYR ⋅☆⋅ PRAISE ME FOR SIN ──┐‎

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• BRIARSONG ✩ she/her, warrior of thunderclan, thirteen moons.
  ⭃ a well built solid black longhair with white markings and narrowed yellow eyes.
  ⭃ NPC x NPC / / former apprentice to saffronpounce
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ battle info
  ⭃ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[ROEFLAME .]

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Briarsongs huff prompted a twinge of triumph on Roeflames chest, it was a meek victory, but at least she could still get under the right cat's skin. Though, that was also what landed her imprisoned here in the first place. Shiningsun approaches, and Roeflame finally breaks the tension of her eye contact, giving her clanmate a subtle but grateful blink. Before she can say anything, Dwindlingpaw’s hiss earns all eyes on the apprentice. Roeflame wishes she could laugh, but instead she only steps forward, partially blocking Dwindlingpaw from the two warriors.

At the mention of Skyclaw’s leadership, Roeflame’s belly churns with disgust. She thinks of their blood painting the grass, the way they had made Howlingstars and Mousenoses. You two are who I go for first. Roeflame thought she knew hate, before. This was different, the thought of slaying her clanmates was not usually a thought that soothed her.
“Sharing a meal sounds great, Shiningsun.” Roeflame belatedly agrees, though her eyes don’t leave the antagonizers. “Don’t you two have responsibilities to tend to? Can’t climb the ladder when you’re slacking off.” Finally words find her, and though the response is weak, Roeflame savors the fleeting window to expel some of her spite, only giving just enough to keep from getting claws thrown her way.

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

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  ROEFLAME ✩ she/her, Lead Warrior of Thunderclan, twenty-two moons.
  ⭃ petite cinnamon silver ticked tabby with murky green eyes & a small scar over her left eye.
  ⭃ mate to Burnstorm ☀ mentor to Foxpaw
  ⭃ 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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[SHININGSUN]

☼ "Dwindlingpaw, how about you grab another piece of prey from the pile? We'll eat together." Shiningsun smiled at the apprentice, though he was worried as she stood up so boldly against the ruffians. All he could do was pray that claws weren't pulled out so freely. Though Briarsong's words were rubbing him the wrong way. However, he held his own tongue in favour of focusing on getting food. Moving away from the toxic ThunderClanners seemed like the best route forward now as he attempted to drape his large feathered tail over both Dwindlingpaw and Roeflame's flanks in a bid to guide them somewhere quieter. "Come, lets go eat somewhere quieter."
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