camp WATERCOLOR EYES ⁀➷ PROMPT, SUNSET

[FALLOWBITE]

( ⁀➷ )　 Fallow lingers at the edge of the camp. She does that often, hovering at the threshold between a promise of safety and a chance of home.. Her eyes hold on the space where the gorse tunnel meets the earth beyond, yet her gaze remains just slightly above. The empty space where a cat could be: her mother, come to rescue her and return her to a place of simple ease.

This cat does not appear. Fallow stares out into the line of the horizon, where earth and sky meet. Suspended in the middle, stuck in the space between breaths. And here in the inbetween comes a dazzling sight.

As the dusk patrols hunt and the snowy sky grows ever more frigid, as the dark blankets blue and the sun dims its light: the sun catches on the line of the horizon. Bleeds bruising shades of purple upon the black. It quickly paints the sky its grasping colors; a final burst of life. Purple to red to orange to yellow to pink. Bright and new, and a soft gasp leaves the somber apprentice's mouth. "Pretty..." It breathes, momentarily forgetting worry in favor of reverie.

WEARING CROWNS ⁀➷ OF TWIGS AND LEAVES 【 12.12.23 】

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• "SPEECH"

• ˏˋ　°　•　*⁀➷ FALLOWPAW.　THUNDERCLAN APPRENTICE. SHE / HER & IT / ITS.
  4 MOONS & AGES ON THE 1ST.　PENNED BY SATURNID.
  
  
  

  ➳ A SCARRED, POINTED BROWN MOLLY WITH PATCHY WHITE SPOTTING.

  
  NPC xx NPC. FOSTERED BY TANSYSHINE.

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[RACCOONSTRIPE]

The kit who’d fallen from the sky—that’s how Raccoonstripe thinks of Fallowpaw, watching her linger near the periphery of camp, watching hazel eyes flit upon a drowning, fiery sunset. Her body bears the story in long strips of flesh that mimic the daggerlike talons of the owl who’d stolen her. She waits, on the fringes, as she often does—for what, the lead warrior does not know. Whatever that something is, it does not come, only bruised reddish-purple skies, only clouds that dissipate into a fine violet mist as they reach the horizon.

She is quiet, solemn, and even when she admires the sunset, it is in a rasp, low and nearly to herself. Pretty, it breathes. The tabby draws closer, settling a foxlength and a half from where she sits. “It is,” he agrees in low tones, casting a curious dark gaze to the shaggy she-cat’s lowered figure. “Better enjoyed with friends and Clanmates, isn’t it?”

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[Shinebug]

Shinepaw knows what it is to worry, though he supposes his are of a different than Fallowpaw’s. The warrior-aspirant didn’t know the other apprentice well, and had steered clear as her voluntary solitude seemed to solidify. Where once the shaft of sunlight would happily talk a stranger’s ear off (whether they wanted it or not), now he would act like a fly on the wall from hid own anxieties.

Shinepaw’s thoughts had been so buried in training, be it perfecting sloppy techniques or simply trying to hunt all the prey he could, that the boy had seldom taken time to observe the beauty of the world around him. At present, the ball of nerves had been bouncing back and forth near the entrance of camp, trying to work on a pounce that he was sure - sure - would mend all his troubles. It was only when he heard Fallowpaw’s small gasp that sky-blue eyes looked up and finally noticed the ball of fire for which he was named.

Shinepaw slowly padded forwards, sitting a smidge closer to her than Racoonstripe. “It’s nice to take your mind off things, too” he added with a small nod to the warrior without taking his eyes off the view. “It’s like…I don’t know” The apprentice decided to heed his own advice, falling silent and enjoying the sunset.​

 

[OAKFANG]

don't try to rush your enemies .
︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

Oakfang stood amongst his clanmates observing the various colorful hues that lit up the sky, drawing out a quiet hum from the others in agreement. Quite pretty, indeed. He mused with a slow flick of his tail, dusted with white spotting that resembled the powdered snow that now blanketed their territory.

Amber hues crinkled in silent mirth, muzzle pointing upward to enjoy the last dips of color, bringing about dark hues of blues and blacks. Offering a hum of agreement toward the lead warrior, attention shifted to Shinepaw with a quiet laugh. “Letting your worries go, for a bit, it’s rather nice, no?” He remarked calmly. ​

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[PEBBLESTEP]

The sky reflected in Pebblestep's copper eyes as he stared up towards it, mind filled with an anxious wonder. He sat a short distance away from the rest of his clanmates, head ducked between sloping shoulders and a paw instinctively clutched to his chest as he tried to get involved in their conversation. He felt unworthy to bathe in the same dusks and dawns, a fact he could ignore when out on patrol or socialising under the cover of night. But, watching the sun disappear seemed to bring new attention to it and left Pebblestep reluctant to shuffle any closer. Oakfang spoke and so did Pebblestep on instinct. "I don't know... I'm still pretty worried..." Eyes grew wide as they realised what they had done, and ears flattened apologetically at the admittance soon after - how dare he ruin their good moods? They didn't need to know how he was feeling about leafbare, it wasn't important, everyone was worried... right? "I'm sorry..." he mewed with the shuffle of agitated hindpaws, forcing a smile upon his weary muzzle as he made himself irreparably known. "It's pretty, really pretty." 'I need to get going, StarClan please say they will let me go'.
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[FALLOWBITE]

( ⁀➷ )　 The initial magic of the bleeding colors cannot last, unfortunately. Fallow is soon crowded by voices, and her ears lay flat. Better enjoyed with friends and Clanmates, prods Raccoonstripe. She doesn't like him very much. "Better enjoyed when it's quiet," she retorts softly. The other peak of peace, of letting go of worries, and Fallow's pelt prickles, feeling closed in by the gathering crowd.

The final joiner is more intriguing though, his words less fluff and more sharp. Her mouth twitches downwards at his apology. "'S okay. 'M still worried too," mumbles Fallow, casting a side-eyed glance to Pebblestep. She doesn't know what he really has to be worried about, and his shaky smile betrays little. Maybe he too feels out of place here. He's Stormywing's brother, she knows that much -- and the two couldn't be more different. Her gaze lingers on him for a moment, before returning to the sunset.

Fallow breathes out slowly through her nose. "Still nice, though," she concludes, voice small. She keeps her eyes on the colors as though trying to preserve them in imprints on her eyelids, tracing the sun's path beneath the horizon.

WEARING CROWNS ⁀➷ OF TWIGS AND LEAVES 【 12.12.23 】

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• "SPEECH"

• ˏˋ　°　•　*⁀➷ FALLOWPAW.　THUNDERCLAN APPRENTICE. SHE / HER & IT / ITS.
  4 MOONS & AGES ON THE 1ST.　PENNED BY SATURNID.
  
  
  

  ➳ A SCARRED, POINTED BROWN MOLLY WITH PATCHY WHITE SPOTTING.

  
  NPC xx NPC. FOSTERED BY TANSYSHINE.

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