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I SIP A TOAST TO NORMALCY
It is in some ways accurate to say that Magnoliapeak is self-righteous. Despite her sense of correctness, she comes by it honestly. Raised by strict standards and heavy-handed rules, she had learned quickly that doing what she thinks is the right thing rarely serves her wrong. It's gotten her this far. She's kept her mother and siblings safe, and she's made a name for herself now as one of Loonstar's members of the council. A storm guard within her rites. Still, there is something that has been bothering her since the untimely death of Serpentberry. Something that keeps her tossing and turning in her nest, like a thorn that had been missed in the bedding.
The feeling had been qualmed slightly when she made amends with Rowanpaw, but it had come back when she had burst into the medicine den to find the three orphans fighting like feral dogs against several other ThunderClan kits. They had said Hazykit had intentionally hurt Faithkit. A disturbing revelation. What had been worse was the way that she'd realized in that moment that the triad truly only had one another to rely on. To be orphaned once is already bad enough, but to then lose the false mother who took you in... The whole thing left a bitter taste in her mouth. And she knew that Serpentberry was likely to blame despite the lack of evidence altogether.
On the path of righteousness, she decides one early afternoon to try and stick her paws where they do not belong. Faithkit is still squared away in the nursery, but Falsekit and Thornkit are residents of the nursery with the other unfriendly denmates who reside there. She decides she'll try to meet them on even ground one at a time. Magnoliapeak finds that she is not offended by Thornkit's sharpness. Perhaps it is because she sees some reflection of a quiet flame from within herself in the young kit, or maybe it's because he is- though by no means blood- one of Serpentberry's many children.
"Thornkit," she ducks her head into the nursery, letting her eyes adjust to the dimmer light as she tries to spot the angry bundle of fur. She finds him finally in the shade, long tortoiseshell fur curled into a ball. Resting, for once. As far as she can tell, at least. When he looks up to see who calls to him, she sees that same sharpness in his eyes. Magnoliapeak keeps her face expressionless. She knows from her own experience that softness is not always the antidote to venom. "I'd like to see if there's something we can bring Faithkit in the medicine den," she tries, curious to see his response at the prospect of helping his sister "I would like you to help me."
/ @Thornkit
The feeling had been qualmed slightly when she made amends with Rowanpaw, but it had come back when she had burst into the medicine den to find the three orphans fighting like feral dogs against several other ThunderClan kits. They had said Hazykit had intentionally hurt Faithkit. A disturbing revelation. What had been worse was the way that she'd realized in that moment that the triad truly only had one another to rely on. To be orphaned once is already bad enough, but to then lose the false mother who took you in... The whole thing left a bitter taste in her mouth. And she knew that Serpentberry was likely to blame despite the lack of evidence altogether.
On the path of righteousness, she decides one early afternoon to try and stick her paws where they do not belong. Faithkit is still squared away in the nursery, but Falsekit and Thornkit are residents of the nursery with the other unfriendly denmates who reside there. She decides she'll try to meet them on even ground one at a time. Magnoliapeak finds that she is not offended by Thornkit's sharpness. Perhaps it is because she sees some reflection of a quiet flame from within herself in the young kit, or maybe it's because he is- though by no means blood- one of Serpentberry's many children.
"Thornkit," she ducks her head into the nursery, letting her eyes adjust to the dimmer light as she tries to spot the angry bundle of fur. She finds him finally in the shade, long tortoiseshell fur curled into a ball. Resting, for once. As far as she can tell, at least. When he looks up to see who calls to him, she sees that same sharpness in his eyes. Magnoliapeak keeps her face expressionless. She knows from her own experience that softness is not always the antidote to venom. "I'd like to see if there's something we can bring Faithkit in the medicine den," she tries, curious to see his response at the prospect of helping his sister "I would like you to help me."
/ @Thornkit
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✿ magnoliapeak is a thunderclan storm guard with sharp resolve and strict standards.
✿ 30 moons old, ages on the 11th of each month.
✿ currently mentoring flickerpaw and sandpiperpaw
✿ in battle, physically difficult and psychologically difficult
✿ her parents are hazelheart x bracken. she is littermate to honeysucklecry and hyacinthrain. she is gen 2 on the junipersable tree.
✿ penned by carat, see her tags here.
