WHEN MY TIME COMES AROUND ♡ roaringsun

[Palefire]

Palefire wasn't someone who often admitted when she was wrong. She wasn't one to ever think she was wrong, really. But if the last few moons had taught her anything, it was that she obviously didn't know as much as she wanted to believe. It felt like lately, she was wrong more often than she was right. The only upside to these revelations was the fact that she was actively trying to do better, to move forward. She wanted to correct her past mistakes, and make sure that she never made the same ones again. Progress; however slowly it came to the stubborn molly.

And there was one glaringly obvious lapse in judgement she'd made many moons ago. At the time, she'd been bitter and angry, still resentful about losing her father to rogues and unwilling to tolerate any cats outside Thunderclan's borders. She'd been filled with hate, and spurred on by company she intentionally surrounded herself with, whose prejudiced opinions reflected her own. When a little scrap of a furball named Angus had wandered onto their territory, seeking glory within the ranks of the forest clans, she'd been appalled and enraged.

This soft little kittypet, who had only known a life of luxury and peace, really thought he could cut it as a clan cat. He'd not even managed to get himself down from the tree he'd been stuck in; what did he know of survival? Clan life was not for the weak, and she had been convinced that Angus was the very definition of the word. In all her indignation, she'd given him a nice little scar to remember her by. The lynx-point would've bet her life on him not making it a week before running home to his twolegs.

But she had been wrong. Time and time again, Roaringsun had proved himself. He'd become a valuable asset to Thunderclan's forces, one who fought with all the courage and honor of a cat born within the forest. And as the moons passed, her previous hatreds crumbled to dust around her. Getting to know Ivorypaw, and being betrayed by Skyclaw, had opened her eyes to how wrong she had been.

A cat's blood wasn't what made them a true warrior; it was their heart, their spirit. She watched her alabaster apprentice rise above every challenge thrown at her, and the young warrior was more than proud. Now Palefire realized that Roaringsun had done just the same; did he not deserve her admiration as well?

The night was cheerful and full of laughter as Flamestar called for a celebration. They had endured the attacks by Shadowclan and Riverclan, and by some miracle they had managed to catch a bounty of prey to feast on. At least for tonight, the could all relax and forget about the hardships they would need to survive in the coming season. Palefire had mingled idly for an hour or so, before a flame-pointed figure caught the corner of her eye.

For the hundredth time, she felt her chest tighten with regret as she looked at him. But this time, she was determined to do something about it. The pale molly rose to her paws and excused herself from her conversation, before striding directly over to the young tom. "Roaringsun," she greeted coolly, her cerulean gaze unreadable. "I was hoping I could speak with you for a moment." Unsurprisingly, it would be one of the first conversations they'd willingly had since the day he joined.

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‎‎ooc ♡ info

• [ @roaringsun <3 this takes place during the celebration! ]

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  PALEFIRE ♡ she / her, warrior of thunderclan, 21 moons
  ⭃ lh lilac lynx point w/ low white and striking blue eyes
  ⭃ single, crushing on no one // npc x npc
  ⭃ mentoring meadowpaw & ivorypaw // mentored by nightbird
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted // all opinions ic
  ⭃ underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by limerence ↛ @limericks. on discord, dm for plots

 

[roaringsun]

〔✦〕 Tales of wildborn felines who abided by a code and lived freely in the woods had fascinated him to the point of choosing to leave the comfort of his twoleg home. Palefire had been one of the first warriors he'd ever met when he stumbled upon ThunderClan territory, her distaste for him had been obvious from the moment she looked at him - the collar around his neck an indicator of his origins. And the she-cat had hated him for it, had voiced loudly and clearly how much she did not want him in the Clan. Angus had been defiant, then, and Howlingstar had demanded they spar. The lynx-point was a newly named warrior, her skills sharp and advanced; he was barely six moons old, a kit in everything but title — they both had something in common despite their many differences: they had something to prove.

He had lost, pitifully and pathetically so, a scar etched on the flesh of his shoulder would forever serve as a reminder of that day for them both. Yet Howlingstar had allowed his stay anyway, and Angus was no more.

The tom hadn't talked to Palefire since then, aside from when in patrols together. Even then, he was wary of her because of the past ( he recalls how close she'd been to Skyclaw, once, and can't help but feel a shiver down his spine ). He does not expect her to approach him this evening, not willingly as she does. Roaringsun feels his body tense up instictively, but he offers her a small smile regardless of his internal feelings. "Yes?"

I took a little journey to the unknown ( Ive come back changed, I can feel it in my bones ) //

• ooc.
• ROARINGSUN —— warrior of thunderclan , mentor to berrypaw . npc x npc . littermate to npcs ✦ penned by nocthymia
  ✦ male / he/him / 15 moons & ages every 14ᵗʰ
  ✦ single / orientation & poly or mono / open/closed to romance
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— combat details here / battle notes
  
  ✦ "speech", 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
  ✦ tags — msg on discord (hypmic) for plots — toyhouse
  
• reference image here
  

  a longhaired flame sepia with low white and amber-brown eyes.

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