Closed The Colony NORTHERN ATTITUDE [ bracken ]

[hazelheart]

(🜲) leaves swirl to the ground, orange and russet mingling with the deep brown of the earth as it welcomes their landing. similarly hued fur blends together as the two felines curl around each other. rust and fog intertwines with chocolate and pitch tones, a soft, berry pink tongue rasping across tangled whiskers. hazel and bracken lay in a tucked away part of the forest, the air silent and still apart from the low rumbles of conversation between the two. soft purrs roll from hazel's throat as she grooms her mate, her bigger frame wrapped around his until it cannot be seen where one starts and the other ends. "how are you feeling today, lover," she asks lowly, murmuring as to not break the irrevocable peace of this moment.

the colony has gotten harsher over the recent moons. fray's decline has brought his group down as well, leaving his cats hungry and fearful as the cold creeps closer and closer. hazel has been making the best of it, using her well-honed hunting skills to feed her family and whomever the leftovers go to after they're done. still, she loathes to think of the state the colony will be in once fray passes on. it seems to be coming sooner rather than later.

I NEED MY GOLDEN CROWN OF SORROW 🜲 MY BLOODY SWORD TO SWING

• // @BRACKEN xoxo " #b8a300"
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• HAZEL ☼ SHE / HER, WARRIOR OF THUNDERCLAN. 54 MOONS OLD, PENNED BY LAVS
  
  
  a stocky, medium-haired brown tabby with hazel eyes. this is a large cat with a rippling musculature. hazel's frame is wide and tall, shoulders broad, muzzle and eyes heavy in her skull. chestnut and chocolate fur swirl across her pelt, sliced through with tabby stripes of shadow. her eyes invoke images of a sweet summer's day, green and brown mingling into a hue quite similar to her namesake.

 

[BRACKEN]

Their moments of seclusion dwindle with every passing day, the Colony's hunters interrupting their heartbeats of peace far more now than ever before. Yet despite it all they find it again, find each other's eyes as if they were freshly twenty moons and falling in love all over again. Bracken relaxes into Hazel's embrace, a purr rumbling in his chest as her tongue rasps over his cheek. His amber-and-sky eyes are half-lidded, allowing the sleepiness to settle over him like falling leaves.

Content, he thinks in silent answer despite it all, acutely aware of how it is limited to their microcosm. His stomach doesn't growl, fed to filling with the distraction of the moment, but he exhales a sigh somewhere among it.

"I am well, my heart ... but I worry for our kits." It would only be their second leafbare in memory, this one promising to be far crueller than the last. He blinks open his eyes, focusing on her muzzle by his. He searches her expression for minute shifts, seeking reassurance or grim confirmation in equal measure. "I fear things will change. Do you?"
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☼ WATCH ME BURN

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  BRACKEN ☼ penned by wren
  — — he/they, colony cat
  — — a broad, tufted blue-and-red tabby tom with white patches and amber eyes. often serious-looking, but kindly in demeanour.
  — — mate to hazel ; father to magnolia, honeysuckle, hyacinth