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Crying Dove

TAKE A BITE
ThunderClan
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Freshkill
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Pronouns
she/her
Rank
thunderclan

Something itched at her brain like a burr that'd lodged itself into her pelt. She didn't know how long ago it found itself in her skull, but Juniperstar's first meeting had pushed its thorny spikes further a now bruised and throbbing chunk of her brain.

Apparently, Starclan saw fit to give everyone new names now that the colony was now not-the-colony-now-renamed-Thunderclan, or ... nearly everyone. 'Crying Dove... you are an image of gentleness and beauty... I see no reason to change you... Cryingdove fits you perfectly.' Juniperstar's declaration made her cringe. She'd thought that wasn't correct... Or, not totally. Or, perhaps she'd left a good enough impression on the leader, and she was just muddling herself up with insecurity. Or perhaps something else was the matter.

It was indeed. Something else.

She approaches the leader's den with the casual saunter she keeps in all matters, and enters with a hopefully-cute smile, "Juniperstar, do you have a moment for a quick question?"

  • ooc: @juniperstar
  • cryingdove- thunderclan warrior - twenty moons - she/they - younger sister of gracebloom and gentleflame- a striking longhaired seal mink with low white and aqua eyes. fluffy and conventionally attractive, one has to wonder how much time she spends grooming herself every day..

    - detached and hedonistic, it seems like Dove hasn't a care in the world for any particular thing or cat beside herself. she cringes away from assigned responsibilities and prefers to skirt along the path of least resistance.

    - speech is be6284 , attack in underline, penned by eezy
 
juniper

unraveling herself from the wheezy, sleeping form of Asterkit, Juniperstar doesn't hesitate to greet Cryingdove with a wave of her tail. the molly pulls close to the entrance of the den, casting a momentary glance back towards her muddied nest with a small exhale of relief that the kit has not stirred. "A question?" her head tilts slightly, concerned that most questions placed her way have not been so simple as a yes or no. evening Burningdawn had deposited quite the philosophical concern out of nowhere... what sort of things haunted the seal mink she-cat? with siblings like Gracebloom and Gentleflame to compare to, maybe it was just nervousness to match their strides...

"Sure... what's on your mind? Is something wrong?" it felt like it was always going to be a question that danced behind every curiosity, a reassurance needed over and over again.

  • juniperstar
    leader of thunderclan
    nine lives remain
    ignore me