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She knew little of Jadethorn outside of her being one of Sablestar's night guards. She was a pretty molly, a pretty molly with a gaggle of kits. She knew little of her situation, knowing that Jadethorn had returned to her duties following the death of Coalstrike, which seemed to hit her pretty hard. She wasn't familiar with either Wolfpack or Coalstrike personally, just knowing their cold exteriors were almost alluring for her own pining to have another litter. Shame the latter was dead now. They both reminded her of her dearly departed Cherub, and she wondered if by some divine fate him and Coalstrike were meeting up in whatever afterlife there was.
She approached the molly cautiously, they had never spoken before --- outside of the typical patrol assignments. The white molly sat on her haunches, looking forward, blue eyes looking over the clan.
"I'm sorry about Coalstrike," She started, not looking at the molly. "You're a good mother, I'm sure your kits will still flourish." It was the most she could offer for comfort, both of her litters had flourished without their fathers. Even if Shiverflame and Frostheart sometimes decided Frogheart was deserving of their sympathy. She glanced towards the rosette molly, her gaze was always so hardened. It was admirable, an attractive trait in anyone. The cold molly licked her paw, looking at her again.
"Did you choose to return to your duties? Or did that hard-ass Sablestar force you to?" She smirked, knowing that she herself had milked her days in the nursery for all they were worth.
She approached the molly cautiously, they had never spoken before --- outside of the typical patrol assignments. The white molly sat on her haunches, looking forward, blue eyes looking over the clan.
"I'm sorry about Coalstrike," She started, not looking at the molly. "You're a good mother, I'm sure your kits will still flourish." It was the most she could offer for comfort, both of her litters had flourished without their fathers. Even if Shiverflame and Frostheart sometimes decided Frogheart was deserving of their sympathy. She glanced towards the rosette molly, her gaze was always so hardened. It was admirable, an attractive trait in anyone. The cold molly licked her paw, looking at her again.
"Did you choose to return to your duties? Or did that hard-ass Sablestar force you to?" She smirked, knowing that she herself had milked her days in the nursery for all they were worth.
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THIEF OF SHADOWCLAN
she / her, female
51 moons old, ages on the 18th.
rosemary x unknown, littermate to frostbite, blight, angel
mentored bydarkmaw, mentor to none
mated to none, ex-mated to cherub, frogheart
mother to hoarfrostcrown, frigidcloud, Frostheart, Shiverflame
SPEECH // THOUGHTS // INTERACTIONpenned by asteiri