private WHERE THE RIVER FLOWS &. roeflame

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-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- he was worried. that's not entirely surprising, given the fact of everything happening. he watched so many cats walk out of here for safety at the call of howlingstar, and then the exile of the rest simply for having kittypet blood within them by skyclaw. thunderclan was a terrifying place and yet... he had a purpose. he had to make sure that those here were happy and safe. he can't do much, he's nit even properly trained after two moons within the medicine cat den, healing, and still he has more sunrises to watch from the security of the nest he's in. but he moves a bit more now. he's more careful and he never goes far, or is even gone for long. injury aside, he just does not think he can leave gentlestorm for long.

as he limps to the entrance of the den, his gaze follows to the fresh kill pile. he wonders if he can make it that far today. his ears twitch back and forth and back again, head tilting slightly as he sees roeflame. he can't make it to the fresh kill pile but he can make it to her.

"roeflame!!"

he calls out, though he is not that loud. his ears pin as he limps closer to her, offering her a smile before it falters for just a second as he thinks. she's... she's one of the ones who like his friends, right? he pushes the smile back– refusing to let anyone see him sad– gently flicking his tail.

"...can I ask you something? do... do you think they'll be okay? everyone who's been sent away?"



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  • ORANGEPAW he/they, apprentice of thunderclan, 9 moons.
    rather large polydactyl orange tabby with white markings, green eyes, and a broken left hind leg
    npc x npc // no known family. mother is deceased
    peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
    not necessarily great in battle. semi easy to attack due to lack of expereince alone.
    penned by scar@salemdraws on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

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Roeflame!
The warrior’s ears twitch at the sound of her name being called, instinctively giving a sharp turn towards the origin. The wary spark in her flickering pupils would be quick to die, though. It is Orangepaw, only Orangepaw.
The apprentice would not have to limp far, Roeflame draws herself over to meet him. The young tom smiles, but gives the molly no time to return it when it’s quickly wiped away. The expression that comes next is strained, and Roeflame tilts her head. Was Hopepaw alright? Gentlestorm?
Can I asked you something? Oh. There’s a prickle of relief along the metallic she-cats spine. She nods.

The question is not immediately answers, and Roeflame’s lips become twisted in a troubled line. Her best friend was amongst those gone, her mate and her babies. As much as the rosetted warrior wants to nod her head, she feels herself giving an uncertain shake of it instead. “I really hope so, kid.” She breathes, ears twitching again, resisting the urge to flatten. “They’re in good paws with Leafhusk and Burnstorm.” That much the former Lead Warrior could be confident in.



  • 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.