Private ThunderClan HE'S LOOKING FOR A DOG — BRIGHTPETAL

[BUSTARDPAW]

"Leave me alone." Were the first words to wrest from Bustardpaw's maw when Brightpetal approached her. Daffodil-colored eyes, still rounded in rosied youth, stared daggers at the flame-pelted tomcat. She didn't want to see him, nor be forced to acknowledge the upwelling of negative emotions that had overtaken her. The young molly had always been jealous, as though she were born a leaky vessel, craving what she saw others do in free-form. Insecurities of recent apprenticehood had only driven the crack upon the glass farther and farther. Disdain crept conspicuously upon down-laden facial features, like a gibe sounding raucously and raspily in her ears, or a hoary cough she could not shake from her throat so easily. Allowing her pessimism to coat her proved much better than fighting against her, though at the same time, powerlessness took root within a young mind. Part of her felt terrible for even speaking to her elder brother like this, as though her brain scrawled up some delineation of logic, but her heart rendered itself blind to the simpler truth. It was as uncomplicated as she willed it to be, even if she couldn't understand why.

She stopped in her tracks in the middle of camp, with her back still turned to Brightpetal. She wasn't sure if he wanted to talk to her or to send her off on some patrol. Either way, she wouldn't humor his authority - as an elder sibling nor as a blooming regent.

𝘐 𝘞𝘌𝘕𝘛 𝘛𝘖 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘋𝘖𝘊𝘛𝘖𝘙𝘚 𝘉𝘌𝘓𝘐𝘌𝘝𝘐𝘕𝘎

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪𖤐.𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪

𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘋𝘌𝘝𝘐𝘓 𝘏𝘈𝘋 𝘊𝘖𝘕𝘛𝘙𝘖𝘓 𝘖𝘝𝘌𝘙 𝘔𝘌

• OOC: @BRIGHTPETAL
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  BUSTARDPAW

  & SHE/HER & 6 MOONS

  
  —— Apprentice of Thunderclan / Mentored by / Younger sister of Brightpetal
  —— A longhaired torbie-colored molly with light yellow eyes and an ever-scowling face.
  —— Coming off as a rebellious and somewhat apathetic molly, Bustardpaw is not the fondest of authority. She tends to be judgmental of what she does not know and follows her own code rather than what is laid out for her. She is passionate about what she believes in and stubborn about change, which is a boon in some situations and a fatal flaw in others.
  —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.

 

[BRIGHTPETAL]

"Come on Bustardpaw, talk to me."

Flattened ears tucked behind the swaths of fur upon their face, Brightpetal found himself with a rare frown as he addressed his younger sibling. There were fourteen moons between them but, since his promotion, Brightpetal felt as if they were several lifetimes away. Unperturbed by her dismissal, his white-socked paws carried him closer to the apprentice, muzzle curled all sorts of ways in exasperation. "It feels like we haven't talked since I became Deputy." He didn't know what he had done wrong, whether Bustardpaw would've been happier if he had rejected the role or whether she was worried about the same things that Serpentberry had been worried about, but not being able to find an answer was frustrating.

He looked out to his clanmates, sheepishly smiling and mouthing apologies as he caught them staring toward the siblings' altercation (one-sided as it may be, with Bustardpaw trying to avoid him). Expecting her to have continued walking, when she stopped, Brightpetal bumped right into her, eyes widening and refocusing as he half-anticipated another harsh rebuttal. Peacekeeping was at the forefront of his brain, and he decided to make one of his own before she could. It couldn't be helped, smiles and good vibes could never change the fact that siblings seemed fated to bicker. It was what he'd been told when he'd seen members of the colony call each other the worst things, why when he'd tried to intervene before, they had ganged up on him like he was the antagonist instead. He tried not to take it too personally, knowing what he knew now.

With an easy smirk, Brightpetal mewed. "Wow... you're still terrible at tag. Does this mean you'll talk to me now?"


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