A Squirrel Caught in Bristles [P]

[Rowan]

BRISTLETHORN
Posts: 100+ | Female
Purrks: None
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The Warrior had been rather bored with herself, disappointed in the snake fight and all. She had slowly been creeping on recovery, her bad bite slowly healing as she gained mobility. Pain throbbed at her, every little step of the way hurt, but what was a little pain compared to being unable to do anything? She craved that action, the thrill of simply not being useless. She had skills she believed she was sharp at that needed brushed up. The snake fight had kicked her confidence and ego into a trash bag and threw it out, and that was her fuel to live…she needed that back. So while she should have tried to recover she would instead focus on fixing her fighting…she just needed an understanding, able partner. A red and white pelt caught her scanning gaze and…for some reason she felt obligated to choose that cat…who knew? Either way, her paws went, finding their way to the stranger. “‘Ey there. ‘m BristleThorn…you?” she offered a kind smile, not wanting to jump right into sparring. That may feel…awkward.


@idia

[phoenix]

SQUIRRELRISE
she/her. 16 moons. small, scarred russet molly with brown markings and yellow eyes.
[ chill of death, hulk SMASH ]

leafbare was swiftly approaching, and squirrelrise has settled on the belief that cold weather always brings bad news. or, just inconvenient news, to be exact. rookfire's demotion is something she still can't quite wrap her head around. from her perspective - she won't act like she knows the tom more than on a surface level - he'd done nothing but do his job. she can't help but wonder if it was dawnstar's decision to demote him, or mossfreckle's. not only that...but foggymask, too. why in the world the tom challenged shrewstep for the rank of an enforcer, only to throw it away by meeting up with a riverclanner, she'll never understand. still, she feels a bit sick thinking about the execution, even if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes.

well. it's..in the past, she shakes her head with a sigh, a puff of fog appearing as she exhales. that's something that she's been trying to drill into her head recently — what's in the past, stays in the past. no need to worry about it. it works for the majority of the time, until she tries to sleep at night.

a voice addressing her breaks her reverie, yellow hues flickering to the source. "oh," she blinks. "..im..s-squirrelrise." she greets, a small smile of her own appearing on her maw. her bushy tail sweeps over her paws before she continues. "how..are you?"

[ @Rowan hope you don't mind that I wrote this taking place after the gathering /w\ ]