TW: Sensitive Content Private Backwritten anywhere that you go, i follow like a spotlight [timber]

[Saffronpaw Saffronpaw]

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Saffronkit felt her stomach drop when Stoatstream came to get her, her expression unreadable as they walked to the medicine den. Saffronkit almost felt like a solider, walking towards a funeral. Her eyes focused on the ground, afraid for what she was about to see. However, what greeted her was entirely the opposite of what she had expected. As soon as they reached the medicine den, Stoat seemed to disappear, moving to assist with a patrol with her newly named apprentice. Saffron swallowed hard, but saw her papa laying there, eyes open.

"P-papa?" She asked, eyes welling with tears before the tom could respond. "PAPA!" She was shouting now, rushing into the side of the tom and burying herself in his long fur. Tears rubbed into his fur, a relief washing over Saffronkit like no other. She had not spoken to her papa in what felt like forever, nor had he been aware of the rogue that had attacked her. Her ear had healed, but not without a permanent reminder from the rogue that had attacked her.

"I-I thought you weren't going to wake up..." There was a sniffle, the small kit looking up at her papa with a face full of tears and a furrowed brow.

OOC // @Timberfrost PAPA WOKE UP!!! HE CAME BACK WITH THE MILK!!!!!

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SAFFRONPAW

APPRENTICE OF SHADOWCLAN
she / they / it, afab (demi-girl)
06 moons old, ages on the 26th.
npc x npc, littermate to pricklepaw, skypaw, hollypaw, branchpaw, iconoclast
raised by timberfrost, adopted siblings to stoatstream, fleafire, monsterbark
mentored by sablestar, mentor to no one

SPEECH // OTHER'S SPEECH // THOUGHTS
INODOROUS // INTERACTION

 

[Timberfrost]

—————————————————— 'Till I can't run no more ✦

The time he spent in the medicine cat den had not been exactly the most restful. He had woken up some time ago—though the days melded together in his feverish brain—but it had been an important break, one that ensured safety. Stoat had seen him, of course—she was older, her body could fight off whatever had struck him down, and yet he still found himself checking the opening of the den with some sense of paranoia, a fear that he'd be the reason she would come back in coughing.

The idea that it could infect a cat younger than her... no, no he couldn't bare it. Not now, not in this state, and not in this sort of hunger that had melded with the clan's very being. His own hunger was certainly there, raw with time, but it was a familiarity to him. He had grown used to the gnawing inside, the dull burn of it... and it's not like he was earning his keep. And for some, that would have been the first thought the moment they had been cleared by the medicine cat, but Timber... no, Timber had other thoughts. He had other places to be, cats to see... and it would start with his youngest daughter.

Timber was not ready for the fear on her face when she first rounded the corner. For a moment, he held onto it—but it was only a split second reaction, burned directly into his brain, as it quickly changed to something of tearful excitement. He would not dwell on that expression now—Saffron needed him to be strong, she needed him to be a father... but that look implanted itself securely in his mind.

Saffron's rush towards him knocked those thoughts out of his mind for now... and also his wind while she was at it. A smile split his weary face as she all but burrowed into him, but it was pained by the tears that were swallowed by his own fur. "Oh, my dear—" He whispered soothingly, gently as he took his paws around the small kit, pressing her close to him. She was somewhat larger than when he last saw her and he... he wouldn't dwell on that now, he couldn't... Timberfrost cleared a throat that felt suddenly rough, as though something had crawled in there, and he blinked away a burn in his eyes.

The frown on her face brought him some mild joy, a sign of stubbornness that he had grown so very used to. Saffron was not unlike Fleafire, and something in him missed the young days of such a fiery personality. "I know, I know—" He murmured, pulling himself away from the other slightly to bring a paw to her face. The poor thing looked a wreck, and he did his best to wipe some of her tears away. "And I'm so, so sorry, I didn't—" The chocolate tabby's words petered off as he got a closer look at his daughter, eyes locking onto a strange marring in her ear... For a moment, the tears he also held twinged in sympathy, scars that had been given at a similar age, and he brushed a gentle paw against the defaced flesh. "What happened...?" Timber whispered, not to anyone in particular, and he could not hide the horror and devastation that seeped between his words. But surely... surely it must have been simply a terrible stumble or some other kit-accident... Right?

It's true, I want to be with you tonight

But I'm a little too late

• HE'S BACK HE'S BACK!!!!
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  Timberfrost
  ✦—Shadowclan Caregiver | 31 Moons
  ✦—He/Him
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A large chocolate tabby with pale gold eyes
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