private worth my while ࿏ cicadaflight

[Pinepaw ⭒]

-ˋˏ ༻ ❆༺ ˎˊ- Cicadaflights recent display had been captivating, really. The way he had destroyed those tree branches, the warrior didn’t even seem to notice how his paws had begun to bleed red until Claythorn and Ferngill had tried to pull him out of it.
Pinekit’s approach had been simple enough, flouncing over with a scheming grin disguised by juvenile charm. “Heya, Cicadaflight!” The girl would chirp, sparing no mind for whatever task he had currently been tending to when she rests on her haunches nearby, only just giving him enough time to greet her back. “I was just wonderin’ if you have any cool stories. You know, ‘bout being a warrior.” Pinekit pauses with an expectant tip of her head, setting up her trap with care. “ ‘Cause im about to be’n apprentice soon n’ I figured I could learn a thing r’two from you.” Sweeping a fire-ribboned tail over alabaster paws, Pinekit now waits for the bait to be taken.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── AND I BEG TO BE TESTED ⋅ ࿏ ⋅ BY GODDESSES RESTING ──┐‎

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  PINEKIT ✩ she/her, kit of riverclan, 2 moons.
  ⭃ plush-furred tortoiseshell she-kit with white dipped forepaws, tail tip, and muzzle and round, honey hued optics.
  ⭃ daughter of Iciclefang && Stormywing ࿏ sister to Cragkit && Crabkit
  ⭃ 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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[CICADAFLIGHT]

Time has passed, evident in the slow progression of clouds and sun, and Beefang has stabilized under the careful ministrations of Moonbeam. It's not that he hadn't had trust, had faith in the white healer to care for his sister, to drag her back from death's brink armed with herbs and spun cobweb, but . . . he doesn't know. In that moment, he hadn't thought of the shine in the medicine cat's eyes when they gazed upon his sister, the softness with which the two handled each other, the fact that if any cat would claw Beefang back from StarClan itself, it'd be her . . . no, he'd just been caught up in some monosyllabic haze of no no no no no.

The price of his stinging forepaws is one he's happy to pay . . . living on feral instinct, he'd destroyed unnecessarily, wrecked someone's hard - won efforts and made splinters of potentially useful material. But when the alternative is too dark to face—his bared claws laid upon Claythorn, or Driftwood, or even little Pinekit . . . he supposes things worked out as well as they could have when he's caught in a red - smeared blood - song fog, head thumping and spinning from fangs clenched so hard he's surprised his remaining ones hadn't been reduced to the same shards as the branches.

" Huh? " He startles, white lashes fluttering rapidly. Oh. " Hello, Pinekit, " he greets, the slightest warmth blossoming in cool tones as he tips his head to the she - kit much the same as he would to the most respected senior warrior. He settles down onto his stomach with a soft oof tucking his scabbed forepaws under the tangled curls of his broad chest, though Pinekit rivals his own build in her tiny proportions, even as a kit. Wonder where she got that from . . . someone'll make a good fighter of her yet, huh?

" Cool stories? " he echoes in gravelly tones, bicolor eyes momentarily distant. Cool isn't the word he'd use for his own apprenticeship . . . not for Cicadastar, buried under Ashenfall's well - kept trinkets in the marsh he'd never led, not for the phlegmy chest and dying breaths, not for a rogue dying spluttering under his paws, Beefang at his side. Pupils narrow to slits and he focuses back in, a visible change rippling over his face despite his best efforts. He manages to summarize the " best " of that era in stilted, awkward tones. " Umm . . . well, back when I wasn't much older than you, we had to move in with SkyClan, if you can believe that. Live with the kittypets and all, because there were rogues in our territory. That was back when your mother was far away in the mountains, on the journey. "

OOC : Ack, late sorry!

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[Pinepaw ⭒]

-ˋˏ ༻ ❆༺ ˎˊ- The warriors echo is all Pinekit needs to make herself properly comfortable, head tipping back to an upright position as the tom finally continues on with the kittens prompt. Alabaster forepaws fidget against the sand-laden ground, this was a story she hadn’t heard yet. Mama, Ferngill, and Lakemoon had all went on the Journey- it never crossed the girls mind to bother asking about the cats who had stayed behind. Her snowy maw parts in slight surprise, but is quick to snap shut when she remembers her purpose. “Wow… with the kittypets?” She cannot help but clarify, a disgruntled shiver making Pinekit give herself a quick shake. Gross. Still, the mention of kittypets gave her a new question to ask, perfect to turn the conversation onto the path the kitten originally intended.
“Are all the cats who live outside of the clans kittypets?” It wasn’t her smoothest work, but spoken with an earnest tone nonetheless. Of course, her mother had already made sure Pinekit knew the difference between a fat kittypet and mangy rogue, but her kitten status more often than not excused commonplace stupidity, and her inquiry is followed by a small smile.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── AND I BEG TO BE TESTED ⋅ ࿏ ⋅ BY GODDESSES RESTING ──┐‎

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  PINEKIT ✩ she/her, kit of riverclan, 5 moons.
  ⭃ plush-furred tortoiseshell she-kit with white dipped forepaws, tail tip, and muzzle and round, honey hued optics.
  ⭃ daughter of Iciclefang && Stormywing ࿏ sister to Cragkit && Crabkit
  ⭃ 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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