private You walk along the edge of danger ☾ Brackenpaw

[Frightpaw]

*+:｡.｡ No one questioned why Frightpaw rarely returned home with prey. It was rude, after all, to accuse a cat of being a poor hunter. Sure, the clan wasn't without its gossip train, but Frightpaw's reputation remained protected behind the hushed curtain of must still be grieving her mother's death. Whatever they wanted to think, Frightpaw wasn't bothered. Since she was young, the charcoal tabby never found the part of herself that ought to really care. Perhaps she should. After all, if caught, she could end up with a humiliating exile like Snakehiss, separated from her dwindling loved ones...That's the only reason she kept her little job a secret. Besides that, she didn't see why it should matter what she did with her catches. Frankly, the warrior code still made little sense to the young woman.
But it's not her job to care, even if she could.

Today's hunting patrol disbands and Frightpaw sets to her daily challenge. With seasons changing and the air growing colder by the day, prey was slowly becoming more scarce. Each kill felt a little more precious thanks to the extra effort it took finding it and hunting it down. Taking down this rabbit, she thinks about the praise she was sure to receive if she brought it back to Windclan. Closing her eyes as she huffs puffs of steam through the rabbit carcass's scruff, she rejoices in the fantasy.
Her duty won't allow it, unfortunately.

Perhaps it was the sudden spark of irritation that made her sloppy. There were a few things about working under Windclan's paw that left Frightpaw with a sense of pride; not getting caught
was one of them. So imagine her disgust when, upon leaving her prey a the designated area outside of Windclan's land, she barely set a paw over the invisible boundary line before hearing the tell-tell flutter of disturbed grass.

Shit, she thinks, more irritable with herself than nervous of the outcome.

*+:｡.｡ Updated 9/21/24

• @Brackenpaw
• " Speech "
  
  
  GENERAL:
  ☾ Frightpaw
  ☾ DFAB— She/Her — Unsure
  ☾ 9 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
  ☾ Windclan apprentice
  ☾ Sister to Deathpaw, Witherpaw, Grasspaw, Whitepaw and Midnightpaw
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ☾Physically easy | mentally medium
  ☾ Attack in bold #1b1e21
  injuries: None

 

[Brackenpaw]

There are few cats Brackenpaw would claim to be particularly protective over, Frightpaw was one of them. She considered the tabby to be one of their closest friends, since her mother died the calico tried to keep an extra eye out for her. Sometimes the metallic taste of blood on her tongue is all that can be detected when around her friend. That doesn't deter the tunneler though, it served as a reminder of both loss and comfort. With a flick of her tail she had noticed that the apprentice has been missing for quite some time, intermittent enough to not draw the eye out of the warriors but to be caught by the keen glare of Brackenpaw.

Where she went off to so often escaped her, she came everytime though so she wasn't sure just how upset or concerned they should be. Not that it's their place but that's her friend, a very dear one. She made sure to stalk quietly as they followed her, thinking to announce her presence at first but realising that if they did then they might not ever figure out what it is that Frightpaw's doing. There's a drop in her stomach as the apprentice ventures beyond WindClan territory, leaving the safety of the moors.

They find that their paws hold hesitance before crossing that threshold to follow her beyond the safety of their territory. To take that plunge into the jaws of who knows what could be out here for the sake of her. The calico briefly thinks of Privetfrost, would it be bizzare to think he would be out here? She can't say that the pit in her stomach at that thought is jealousy, rather it being fear that he could harm another. There is something wild that comes with the tom being a duskclanner, as much as they trust him with their life they can't say that they trust him with someone that she cares about like that.

"Frightpaw" Her voice calls out, clipped and sharp as ever. There is always a tenderness to her though, something that had stemmed from the shared closeness they hold. "What are you doing out here?" They hope for honesty, it may be a kindness that Brackenpaw can't be afforded. They can't say that they're judgmental, though the phantom pains of the scars lining her skull only set a prescedent for her nerves. What if they hadn't been here? Could this be a mistake that Frightpaw might not live to learn from?

"I don't.. I'm not going to rat you out or anything, just be careful if you're crossing out here okay? You should bring someone with you" Silently they wish that she would just ask for their company with her.

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  Brackenpaw ✩ They/she, tunneler apprentice, 12 moons
  
  
  ⸙ A scowling, tiny calico who still needs to grow into her ears.
  ⸙ Mentored by Scorchstar | Formally mentored by Bluefrost.
  ⸙ Speech, thoughts, attacking.
  ⸙ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ( underline and tag when attacking ).
  ⸙ All opinions are IC only.
  penned by Juice.
  

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