TW: Sensitive Content Private Dark Forest WC a hymn called faith and misery // froststorm

[Branchkit Branchkit]

{$title} mentions of death, anger, guilt, violence

BRANCHKIT
HE/HIM
6 MOONS
WINDCLAN KIT
SPEECH | THOUGHTS | APHOTIC | PHYSICAL

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Branchkit's sleep was fitful. His anger roiled in his gut - anger at himself, at StarClan, at SkyClan, at Goldenroar, at Dustystar, at every cat who joined that cursed patrol.

Ma was supposed to be there for him. She was supposed to give him a mentor any day now... and now she was gone. He'd hoped she would mentor him, even though she'd said that she didn't mentor family.

If they were family, why was he here grieving?

"It's not fucking fair!" he shouted in his dream, blinking to find himself standing among dark, gnarled trees. It wasn't his beloved FourTrees, and it wasn't the vile pines of SkyClan's home. The forest was quiet, save for the vague hints of creatures roaming the brush.

"Whatever you are out there, I'm not afraid," he spat. "I know this is just a dream." He huffed, looking about for a path. Almost on command, a break appeared in the twisted bushes and vines of the forest, and the kit stalked down the open way.

Mist rolled in around his paws, and it wasn't until he reached the clearing of its origin that he realized what was so familiar. A few moons back, after the flood... he'd seen that cat before, walking with the rest of WindClan. He'd not seen them since, assumed that maybe they'd left, or their paths simply hadn't crossed again.

"What are you doing in my dream?" he asked warily.

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OOC: @Froststorm

 

[Froststorm]

Froststorm was never meant to end up so intertwined with the ongoings of Windclan. It was all happenstance, you see. Dustystar sought power and turned to him for help; even his son found companionship amongst the living of the moors. This was not his home territory, but even still, the tom had a duty to fulfil, as strange as it still was to him to be so caught up with another clan. There was a tension in his brow; it had settled there since that day, but as he heard the raving curses of a familiar voice, the silver tom took a breath as he padded closer. Not allowing the stress to cross his maw as he followed the sound.

But to his surprise, he was sought first. Branchkit wasn't as tiny anymore, but rather now just as booming as his own mother once was. A shame, really. A weak--almost sorrowful--smile crossed Froststorm's maw. And, it seemed, he was recognised.

"Branchkit, it has been a while since we have spoken, hasn't it?"

The silver tom padded into the opening, looking up into the starless sky with a muted expression, fog rolling amidst the pair.

Finally, he looked to Branchkit; his form was far more evident in this place. How his pelt soaked in frigid water, his extremities blackened by the frostbite that tore away at his pelt and flesh, in the dark forest, there was little in the way of hiding his deceased stature. But even still, he gave the kitten a warm smile.

"I know my appearance may cause you fright, but rest assured I'm here on common grounds with you."

Froststorm let out a small sigh, breath accumulating in a puff of condensation, sitting down as he continued.

"I thought you might want to talk about Dustystar, she and I were friends in her lifetime, after all."

He knew Dusty never would have told him about her connection with the dark forest, let alone what it was, but she had a legacy in this boy, and the least he deserved to know was the truth.

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FROSTSTORM He/Him, Dark Forest Warrior, ??? moons.
A gruff, silver tom with frostbite scarring and a persistent fog following everywhere he goes.
mentored by Mourningmist // mentored Deadwood & Fleafire, mentoring no one
Companion to Fleafire & Dustystar
NPC x NPC / parent to Beekit, Stormkit, Deadwood & Fleafire / mated to Honeyfluff

"SPEECH"

// 'THOUGHTS' // ATTACK
penned by Pheo ↛ phoenixwashere on discord, feel free to dm for plots.