pafp WIND IN MY HAIR 🕷mud-tastrophe

[Briarthorn]

.·:*¨༺🕷༻¨*:·. It felt good to be able to leave camp without the watchful gaze of Skunktail on her back, and Briarthorn found herself relishing in her newfound freedom for a moment as she’d leave camp on her first patrol as a warrior.
The marshland was hot today, the air thick with humidity and breeze scarce. The conditions were miserable, but Briarthorn slips through the murky territory with the same energy she would have if the sun shone bright, acutely aware of Applejaws presence somewhere behind her. It was a little embarrassing to admit how the tortoiseshells compliment still hadn’t left Briarthorns mind, even moons after. It was small, easily forgotten- but it was the first time the ebony molly can remember feeling seen. Outside the image she had earned as the brooding older sister.
As the patrol began to encircle under the shade of a sparse pine tree, drinking in the little shade it had to offer, Briarthorn would turn on her heel a little too quickly, smacking her nose against Applejaws muzzle with a surprised hiss. The warrior takes a curt step back, ears pinned with her forepaw against her nose as it recovers from the shock. "Sorry." Briarthorn finally mutters after a moment of avoiding looking at Applejaw, when she finally does, embarrassment is quick to swell around her cheekbones. Mud freckled the others face, likely spurred from the sudden snap of Briarthorns forepaw. Perhaps the other hadn’t noticed? "Uhm.." Even if she hadn’t, the warrior knew she couldn’t just turn away from this, "Here-" With a mud free paw, Briarthorn would attempt to quickly brush any stray earthy freckles away from the other's face. "Sorry."

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── ALL YOU HAVE IS YOUR FIRE ⋅ ࿏ ⋅ AND THE PLACE YOU NEED TO REACH ──┐‎

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  BRIARTHORN ꔫ she/her, warrior of shadowclan, 12 moons.
  ⭃ slender, lean-muscled black she-cat with sharp hazel eyes & large ears.
  ⭃ daughter of Forestshade && Vulturemask ࿏ sister to Screechpaw && Sweetpaw
  ⭃ 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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[APPLEJAW]

It is not often that Applejaw finds herself speechless. It's a rare opportunity that Briarpaw... Briarthorn presents her with now, in the form of a nose to the face. Applejaw's eyes briefly fly wide... anyone's would, wouldn't they? Was it mere carelessness, or something else? ...Whatever something else could possibly be. Were the culprit someone else entirely, Applejaw likely would've had a few more words for them. Something scathing; something disgusted, as it was rare that mud was not involved in incidents like this... but maybe only because Briarthorn had always been one of the few denmates she didn't have to grit her teeth, does she not have a verbal lashing to give her. An apology is expected though, and after awhile, she gets it.

Unexpected, is the follow up with a dark paw, swiping at her maw. Applejaw does nothing but blink, admittedly... shocked. Briarthorn's stutters make poor attempts at filling the awkward air. Admittedly, she was doing nothing to ease it...

" It's alright, " she says at last, when Briarthorn's paw is off her face. Her whiskers twitch, and her own pale paw follows suit, looking to clear away what she feels Briarthorn inevitably missed. " Ashenfall has done worse to me on purpose. " Whiskers twitch again, as if trying to make her face feel normal again after the foreign touch. Her eyes linger on Briarthorn for a few moments longer. On the tip of her tongue, is something on your mind?

But that is none of her concern at the end of the day. Instead she pivots a warning glance to her other patrol mates, as if to warn, the rest of you wouldn't get the same excuse. Speak his name and he just might appear, after all...​

 

[lilacfur]

It's a gift to have a patrol of fresh new warriors trailing behind her. For so long and so often apprentices did not meet their graduation day and receive their names. All of Halfshade's children had performed well and reached the time of their naming ceremony, she tried not to think of how rare of an occasion that was. Her sister did not have the same grace, neither Betonyfrost or Forestshade. Lilacfur prayed, prayed and prayed her own pair would both reach such success.

The patrol began to lag, she noticed and turned her head to see Briarthorn cleaning mud off Applejaw's face. "Skunktail used to dunk me under the algae ponds." She shared with Applejaw, tail-tip flicking as she remembered how gross and slimy the water felt. "If you need any ideas for revenge, of course."

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• LILACFUR ✩ she/her, 20 moons, mother to marblekit and sycamorekit
  ⭃ lh lilac rosette with yellow eyes (carrying cinnamon, solid), a torn ear and claw marks beside her eye.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by this loser ↛ @gonkpilled on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[Snowlark.]

[ ༻❄༺ ] Yellow eyes linger on his clanmates while they walked, a subtle breeze rustling his fur while the patrol began to lag a bit, noting that Briarthorn had been wiping up Applejaw's face when Lilacfur's voice prompted up with her own experience with siblings, a shuffle of his paws he looked at the others with a slight frown on his maw. The closest thing he had to a brother was Basilpaw and that was it, of course Singepaw's insults still lingered in his mind but that was all in the past now.

Soon, Snowpaw realizes he too would join Applejaw and Briarthorn in rank as a warrior and that was if nothing happened. Did his parents worry for his own safety from the stars? With a quick glance up he shift over to the three with a calm look in his gaze, tip of his tail twitching a bit "being dunked in the algae ponds sounds...terrifying..." he mumbled softly, attempting to help break the awkwardness that seemed to drift through the air now, noting the two warriors still seeming to be looking at each other and Snowpaw couldn't help but blep at his own thought that maybe the two young warriors might be actually into another in that way of a couple, surely not...

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  Snowpaw ❄ He/Him, apprentice of Shadowclan, 9 moons.
  ⭃ Lithe long hair blue lynx sepia with high white, and yellow eyes. Stubby tail, permanent resting bitch face
  ⭃ Hailfreckle x Mudsplash
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by Ryn ↛ @/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[Briarthorn]

.·:*¨༺🕷༻¨*:·. Finally, the tortoiseshell warrior is kind enough to put Briarthorn out of her misery, it’s alright she responds, exchanging an ebony paw for light ginger. Briarthorn takes her cue and inches a step back as Applejaw diminishes the impact of the young warriors slip-up when held in comparison to her littermate, but her gaze on Briarthorn does not wane with her words, and the raven mollys acutely observational tendencies come to bite her in the tail when it’s now all she notices, her own whiskers twitching at the mere idea of being the one analyzed.
Stop looking at me. Her conscious wills, and a heartbeat later, Applejaw cooperates with the silent demand. "Okay." The reply is moments too late, but it felt wrong to say nothing at all. Lilacfur and Snowpaw notice the abrupt stop, finally giving Briarthorn something else to look at. "Ew. Sounds like him" Spoken plainly and missing a hum of amusement, Briarthorn half expects her former mentor to pop out of a nearby bush. Revenge Lilacfur hums, and Briarthorn shifts. "Sounds unjust." Of course, the young warrior is biased, but surely that punishment didn’t fit her crime. Snowpaws echo draws a tilt of Briarthorns head, thankful to focus on something else- something that didn’t involve Applejaw standing right in front of her or the fact that she had just practically thrown mud at the dappled warrior. ”Is it the algae or the water that scares you?”

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── ALL YOU HAVE IS YOUR FIRE ⋅ ࿏ ⋅ AND THE PLACE YOU NEED TO REACH ──┐‎

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  BRIARTHORN ꔫ she/her, warrior of shadowclan, 12 moons.
  ⭃ slender, lean-muscled black she-cat with sharp hazel eyes & large ears.
  ⭃ daughter of Forestshade && Vulturemask ࿏ sister to Screechpaw && Sweetpaw
  ⭃ 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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[ASHENFALL]

˚₊‧ ⛧ "Is Applejaw spreading malicious rumors about me again?" the aforementioned brother haunting their conversation indeed appearing at the sound of his name, "What'll it take to convince you that that frog attacked your face all on it's own?" Ashenfall sighed in a show of solemn disappointment. Truly, it was a tragedy...

He hadn't witnessed the initial collision from his place lagging around the rear of the group, but as he approached the halted pawful of clanmates he can catch the odd little moment between his sister and Briarthorn. The awkward exchange of paws to Applejaw's face combined with the private staring competition they held had him quirking a quizzical brow in her direction. Really..? Noted, I guess... Despite her apparent closeness with Comfreypaw (may she rest well in the stars), Ashenfall forgot that even his scowly, stone-faced sibling had such softieee capabilities. Well, Briarthorn came off to him like a straight-whiskered sort too... Perhaps they'd bond over that. He could imagine them sitting together with rigid, perfect posture and a respectable tail length between them.

But hey, maybe he was just reading too into things.

Torbie ears perked up at Lilacfur's comment, despite it possibly being shared as a suggestion for counter-pranking. "That doesn't sound half-bad actually... I do like algae..." His paws flexed beneath him at the memory of the pleasant sensory experience of kneading into slime. The cleanup led much to be desired, but... he preferred the smooth texture to the too-gritty litter-ridden feeling of mud in his fur. "A little pond-dunking's never done any harm, it's not like there're monsters in the water..." He turned to Snowpaw with widened eyes, "....Unless?"

YOULL ASK WHAT CAN I DO? ⭒☽⛧☾⭒ AND THERE WILL BE NO ANSWER

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  — ashenkit . ashenpaw . ashenfall
  — ftm transmasc. he/him. 14mo warrior of shadowclan. formerly mentored by smogmaw
  — muted blue torbie w/ pale blue and amber eyes
  — smells of rainsoaked fern and swamp milkweed
  — all ic opinions!
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
  — pfp by meg, fullbody by antiigone, sticker by saturnid
  — penned by eezy
  

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