WEAR DOWN TO MY KNEES — dawnglare

[Orangestar]

𝐵𝑈𝑇 𝑇𝑂 𝐴 𝑊𝑂𝑀𝐴𝑁, 𝐵𝑌 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐸𝑁𝐷 ✧ 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐋𝐋 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀

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  — orangeblossom | tags
  — she/her ; deputy of skyclan, mentoring eveningpaw.
  — scarred white-and-ginger she-cat with brown eyes.
  — "speech" ; thoughts
  — chibi by waluigipinball
  — penned by mercibun. @ me in any official tabbytales discord for plots.
  
  

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Orangeblossom wakes in the blue hours of dawn, breathing through gritted teeth as if every sharp inhale of air would bring with it a fresh rush of pain rather than chase it away. It's her right hindleg, as it always is; just once, she'd break the Code ten times over to feel the same wretched agony in a different limb. Maybe it's her duty-bound nature that confines the pain to its locality (more likely the inverse, to be honest, but half-lucid as she is Orangeblossom doesn't consider the thought of her injury forcing her to retain her routine).

Her nest has been relocated in her small stint home, close to the mouth of the warriors' den where she can escape if the bushel walls begin to close in on her mind. It doesn't this morning, and as she rises carefully with a small hiss of pain that she hopes will not stir her denmates. She'd have to be fast about this, so she wouldn't be late to assign patrols.

If she's lucky, she would find Fireflypaw alert and confident in his ability. She's always been fonder of Blazestar's son than their mentor. Orangeblossom carries this hope with her as she limps across the camp rather than hobbles, bad leg lifted off the ground as much as she can muster, and peeks her scarred muzzle into the den.

Moonglow eyes turn towards her near immediately, alerting her instead to Dawnglare's presence. She stifles a groan. Of course. With the promise of patrols banished from her mind for now there's a terse frustration in her voice as she meows quietly so not to wake the sleeping apprentice,

"Morning. It's my leg."

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[DAWNGLARE]

It is no secret, how he values his privacy. Unwelcome guests— most often kits sticking their noses where they do not belong would be met with a hiss and clicking teeth. He would not allow his apprentice— no matter how much of staple they've become— call what is his to be their own. Only recently, had his den began to no longer reek of the filth WindClan had left in it all those moons ago... Only for it to be reset by the stink of RiverClan; of fish and scales and claws wrenching guts. Not a thing ought to be out of place, no matter how many times Fireflypaw shifted through his things against his say so. Not a hair. Not a whisker.

Naturally, he ought to see Orangeblossom the moment she appears.

It is such a casual thing, for cats who held a mutual dislike, of each other. Dawnglare often wonders on how she was still here, and not yet replaced by another mother around the corner. it is confused, but he smiles, all teeth. " Morning, " a pleasantry he typically did not bother with; and bothers with now for reasons unbeknownst to himself. My leg, of course; the only reason they have to speak. His neck lulls to the side, eyes glint at a leg held above the ground. It is acknowledged with a hum, and Dawnglare turns tail, wordlessly inviting the deputy in.

" Let me see, " he says, and he would crane closer as she lets him. He observes the slash of old claws. Healthy scars; though the leg was evidently not. Blue eyes peer up at her. " This is an old wound, " he observes, blinking.

A WISE WOMAN SAID I'M ALIVE 🍷 NOBODY'S EVER TOLD HER SHE'S WRONG

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• ( I'M AS ALIVE AS HER BEARD IS LONG ) DAWNGLARE Medicine Cat of SkyClan. Mentoring Fireflypaw
  𓆩♡𓆪 He / him , deeply confused by the use of other pronouns
  𓆩♡𓆪 Currently 59 moons old as of 11.20.23. Mated to Mallowlark
  
  Unsettling and strange, Dawnglare bears a unique perception to the world and stars above on top of a generally unpleasant disposition. Holds others to uniquely impossible standards and himself undeniably above the rest.
  Mood is decided by dice - rolls per thread, with the exception of some important threads

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