(⏾) willowburn has watched her friend overwork herself for too long. since pikestar had announced the departure of several life guards from the council, russetfall has taken on more and more burdens. she notices it with frostmoth as well, although the deputy at least has the common sense to take care of himself. everyday when russet emerges from the den, her eyes are more bloodshot than the last. willowburn is pretty sure she hasn't slept a full night in a moon and a half. if the warrior could take the burden from her friend's back, she would, but as it stands right now, pikestar needs his council more than ever. the smoke just prays the man will promote some others sooner rather than later. stars, even the silver tabby man has been overworking himself. it's a vicious cycle, one willowburn is determined to break.
she starts with russetfall, beckoning over the ruddy molly with a soft call of her name. the life guard approaches with apprehension, although willowburn finds some satisfaction in the smallest smile that quirks the corners of her maw. the smoke has just sent her kits off to play, although they like to think of it more as training. the little ones are not so little anymore, and determined to be as prepared as possible for apprenticehood, which has crept up fast. "come lay with me," the warrior all but orders her friend, evergreen gaze meeting the other's steadily. "i talked with frostmoth already, you're not on patrol for another few hours." there's no escaping this rest.
should her companion acquiesce, the woman will sweep her tail to smooth a spot for her friend, purring softly as she is joined. this is not exactly an intervention, but she gazes sternly at the other. "now rest," comes the request, lips curling into a smile. "or i'll get some poppy seeds from jinglemoon." an empty, playful threat.
she starts with russetfall, beckoning over the ruddy molly with a soft call of her name. the life guard approaches with apprehension, although willowburn finds some satisfaction in the smallest smile that quirks the corners of her maw. the smoke has just sent her kits off to play, although they like to think of it more as training. the little ones are not so little anymore, and determined to be as prepared as possible for apprenticehood, which has crept up fast. "come lay with me," the warrior all but orders her friend, evergreen gaze meeting the other's steadily. "i talked with frostmoth already, you're not on patrol for another few hours." there's no escaping this rest.
should her companion acquiesce, the woman will sweep her tail to smooth a spot for her friend, purring softly as she is joined. this is not exactly an intervention, but she gazes sternly at the other. "now rest," comes the request, lips curling into a smile. "or i'll get some poppy seeds from jinglemoon." an empty, playful threat.
- // nap attack @Russetfall " #87874b"
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WILLOWBURN ⏾ tags / toyhouse
⏾ genderfluid (she / they) / lesbian, mate of none
⏾ 35 moons old, ages realistically
⏾ warrior of riverclan
⏾ sibling to SMOKEWREATH
⏾ adoptive mother to BLOOMKIT, RUMBLEKIT, CLOUDKIT, BUCKKIT
⏾ mentoring CRESCENTPAW, BEEPAW / mentored by none
⏾ penned by LAVS / message lavendes on discord for plots!
a lithe black smoke feline with ghost striping and leaf green eyes. long smoky fur dashed through with grey and white adorns her frame, sliced across by darker stripes that frame her face and legs. eyes like sage, brilliantly green, gaze with an intelligent look. she is scarred across the bridge of her angular nose.
