DEJA VU // Goldenroar

[HoneyflowerHoneyflower's icon]

Slow Down, Just Breathe

The argument had been weeks ago now but it still lingered in Honeyflower's mind. She could take a guess at who had caused it, but he wasn't about to apologize for it anytime soon so it was up to her to clean up the mess her brother had left behind. She still needed to talk to Merrystalk but for the moment he was nowhere to be found in camp. On the other paw... A familiar tom appeared at the corner of her vision, leaving the warriors den.

"Goldy..!" The nickname left her mouth without thinking, and her ear briefly flicked down in embarrassment. Should she have called him Goldenroar instead of Goldy? He WAS deputy now after all... "...I wanted to talk to you about the orher day at the barn." Or where it used to be.

The calico raised a paw to beckon him closer, tail twitching anxiously behind her before she curled it around herself to keep it still with her free paw on top of it. "I still need to talk to Merry too but," She began, voice lowered as her friend stepped closer. "I wanted to apologize for Sassafrasschill... He means well, really. He's just not very good at showing it."

She could still see the panic on his face that night when he was looking for her and Sweet, the relief that oh-so-briefly flickered before his signature scowl once more masked his true feelings. He acted tough, and cold sometimes, but he did care. About the barn. About her. Honey was sure that somewhere he did care about Merry and Golden as well.

"Please try not to hold it against him too much... I think he just needs some more time to adjust to everything..."

xxx

All We Have Is All We Need

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Honey

✿—Moor Runner Of WindClan
✿—She/Her
✿—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
✿—Dilute Calico Shecat With Green Eyes And A Floppy Ear
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[GOLDENROAR]

A yawn splits from Goldenroar's mouth. In the days following his deputy-ship, he's been inflicted with responsibility for realsies. Not that he really minded, after all. Goldenroar had already kind of been doing it and all that but... the title meant it was official. If anyone knew his temperament, someone would be expecting him to flip out and drop out soon. He slips away from where the collection of nests for the warriors were, eyes blinking foggily at the cat that starts talking to him. Honeyflower. He brushes off any kind of drowsiness and places that ever-familiar smile on his face.

"Hi, Honey." The nicknames went both ways here! "... Oh?" Goldenroar asks after her sentence. He hadn't been here for the chewing out his brother got from Dustystar after the return, but he had heard wind of it. He steps closer to her, settling down nearby after a small stretch of his front legs. Aqua eyes shifted to her, warmly blinking before growing more serious. Goldenroar supposes that a part of being deputy would be dealing with the drama that surrounds a group of cats living with one another. The longer she spoke, however, the more he drew upright and more serious.

He doesn't respond instantly, vision shifting away to the moors, then back to her after a few heartbeats. Sassafrasschill means well, she says, and given the way the tom backed off just from intervention from Goldenroar... he slowly bobbed his head. "My brother isn't without fault, either- they're both at fault." He says, voice delicate but firm. "But don't get me wrong. This isn't anything like any of us have experienced. Names and rules and ranks... it wasn't like this in the barn. He isn't the only one that feels that way, I'm sure." Goldenroar says, recalling how some cats were speaking out against it at that first 'meeting' since they arrived.

Sure, cats have accepted their names and the roles they had been handed, but he's still not sure about where they've settled, not sure about the lack of walls and roof above their head for the cold season. A long breath leaves him, almost a sigh. "I'm not holding anything against... anyone, at this point. No one drew claws. As far as I'm concerned, that argument went as well as it could have after I stepped in. Both parties backed off, and haven't attempted anything since." He reminds her softly, the warmth of joy gone, leaving something like a serious tiredness. "How are you handling this change in everything, though?" He says, redirecting the conversation to her specifically. She mattered, too- not just as an agent of her brother.

_______________________ I KEEP RUNNIN' BUT ☼ I'M STANDING STILL _______________________

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• GOLDENROAR he/him, windclan deputy, thirty six moons.
  ☆ a lh golden red marbled tabby with low white and glimmering aqua eyes. often seen with a smirk, confidence oozing from him in heaps, but always the ever-helpful guy.
  ☆ mentored by who / mentoring no one
  ☆ older brother to merry
  ☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  
  ☆ mini by tasmagoric, ref image by dallas (yours truly!)