[Blaaze]

 

Originally Posted by Neptune.

Cinderpaw
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9 moons || she/her || ShadowClan Apprentice
small black tabby with minimal white markings and 3 legs; amber eyes

She wasn't alone long before a familiar face came to sit by her. Instantly, Cinderpaw straightened up a little bit, happy to see the ginger pelt heading towards her... and then she noticed the new injuries and joy quickly turned to concern. Flashpaw smiled at her, and Cinder could see how forced it looked, like she was only smiling to try and reassure her, not because she was actually happy at all.

Her explanation did little to ease the black tabby's worries either... an attempted murder? Who would do that to Flashpaw of all cats?! Feeling anger on behalf of her friend, who seemed to have defaulted to feeling defeated instead, Cinder's tail started whipping back and forth behind her, agitated. There was apparently more news, though Flash didn't seem keen on discussing it, and though Cinder wanted to know, she could respect that boundary not to talk about it now. Maybe Grandma would announce it... maybe that's why she looked so upset. But if it was something big... how had Cinderpaw not heard yet?

Worried, Cinderpaw leans closer, trying to press her nose to the ginger apprentice's shoulder for comfort - or what little comfort she could offer. No longer was she looking forward to this meeting, now all she felt was dread as well as fear for her friend.

◇ Flashpaw
◇ The Lost Melody ◇
Purrks: The Collector
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TW: Mentions of death and emotional distress.
It felt nice, being comforted. Cared about. Flashpaw had forgotten that there were more cats that liked her than just.. Silverlark. That there were more cat that would feel concerned for her. But sometimes she was only certain that Cinderpaw would miss her if she had died. Or left shadowclan. Or forgot everything. It made her feel loved, noticing the dislike for the situation the black and white feline clearly displayed. At the small gesture, she almost crumbled. Almost lost her tight, desperate grip on reality. On her Feelings, on her control. Not at a meeting. She lost the grip too often. The Lost Melody didn't want to lose it again. Not here Not now Not ever. A silent movement, but a very grateful one, Flashpaw attempted to rest her head on Cinderpaw's. Just for a moment. Two, three. Then she would pull away, as Dawnstar began to speak. Ceremonies. Mintkit and Wildkit would be apprentices. That was nice. Kits were always a sight to her, they had no idea about the dangers and death and hatred of life. Alright, whats next? Oh. Her announcement.

Eyes. Eyes on her. Dawnstar's cold yellow eyes. Others eyes. Green blue brown hazel amber yellow. All on her for a moment. What were they thinking? Anger? Fear? Pity? She didn't want to be pitied. Pity made her want to scream, "look! I'm here! I'm alive, it's okay! Im okay!" Even when she wasn't and an invisible weight crushed her with every breath. Pity wasn't welcome. It was for the weak. Flashpaw would not. Be. Weak. Her ginger furred shoulders tensed at the gazes. Was she expected to react? All she could seemingly do was meet Dawnstar's eyes. So she did. But then the massive tabby had changed to some other topic. Sort of, but it was enough for the scorching eyes to be directed elsewhere. Restrictions of leaving camp. Only pairs and bigger were allowed. Thay brought an intense detail back from the assassin. It scared her. Flashpaw remembered why she wasn't running quickly back to camp. She had wanted to get a rabbit. Give the fur to Cinderpaw as the first gift since she had been caught in the act of delivering one. Ha. How horribly things could turn. "Surprise.. I-I'm a m-murderer." She said softly, tightly, to her companion. Imagining blood on her paws. The blood of her enemy. She hadnt thought shecwas capable of murder. Yet another surprise for Cinderpaw.

She killed Starrypelt.

And she didnt feel bad about it. She felt
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