Home is where your nest is (Open)

[Demonic]

Brindleburr FireClan || Female || Warrior (Ex-Kittypet) Brindleburr shook the fresh snowflakes from her pelt, thankful to get out of the growing storm. She stepped into the Warriors' Den, mossy bedding in tow, and looked out across the sea of pelts. Having just been given her new name mere hours ago, it wasn't surprising the number of scowls she got from her bitter Clanmates. No matter, she straightened her spine and matched a couple stares with a confident look. She didn't need to say anything to warn or get her point across. It was all in her sapphire blue eyes; just try and say something about this, I dare you, you're not getting rid of me now. With the elegant demeanour of a cat that wasn't about to step in and attempt to sleep beside a handful of warriors ready to fight her at any moment - Brindleburr padded deeper into the lion's den.  Perhaps moving to the Warriors' Den right away was a mistake, the logical part of her brain screamed to stay where she was safe. But it was cramped in the Apprentice den, crowded too and certainly no place for a full-grown molly. Besides, despite being officially made a warrior, proving herself to the Clan was imperative now. Showing hesitance to move into the Warriors' Den, would be a bad idea indeed. Still, as much as the Balinese point tried to stay strong, the knot of anxiety in her stomach was getting bigger by the minute. Where should she go? She had to be strategic about this, of course, StarClan forbid she end up sleeping next to someone like Fogstone by accident. Where was she even welcome in the den? Was she welcome anywhere at all? The ex-kittypet looked all the more out of place amongst the warriors now and not just for her soft blood. Alone, lost and still carrying her nest, Brindleburr stood at the back of the Den. Looking for somewhere she could rest her head. Tag: OPEN Words: Notes: Brindle needs a friend to sleep next to. SLUMBER PARTY TIME! YEAH!

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THERE IS A THIN LINE

between what is good and what is evil

I will tiptoe down that line but I will feel unstable

    Excited murmuring filled the crowd as the ceremony was concluded. Some whispered about Brindleburr, others about Ashflight and her spat with Fogstone, and for a while, Jaythorn listened to their chatter before he pushed himself to his paws and made for the warrior’s den. He’d spent all day hunting, and every inch of his body screamed for rest; realizing how tired he was, he wanted nothing more than to curl up in his nest.

    Stifling a yawn, he paused, whiskers twitching in surprise as Brindleburr strode past. The chocolate tortoiseshell she-cat was lugging a great bundle of moss in her jaws—nesting materials no doubt—and was heading towards the warrior's den as well. Apparently, she didn’t see a reason in waiting any longer to make herself at home, and Jaythorn admired her determination. Most cats would hesitate after such poor reception, but the she-cat seemed utterly undaunted and challenged sparked in her gaze as she disappeared in the shadows of the den.

    Curious, Jaythorn padded after her.

    At the very least I could help her. After all, I know all too well what it’s like not having anyone to sleep next to. Which was true enough. After his return from the farm, he’d been met with nothing but suspicious glances and open hostility. If there was anyone who could relate to the kittypet, it was him.

    And so he slid into the den, nearly bumping into her on his way inside. She was standing in the entrance, looking thoughtfully over the sea of nests.

    Whiskers twitching, he strode forwards to stand alongside her, careful not to touch her, but standing just close enough so that he could feel the warmth wafting from her pelt and smell the sour, anxious tang of uncertainty that hung like a cloud over her. He was surprised. She'd seemed so confident before, but now she looked calculating and unsure.

    “If you’d like, you can make a nest next to mine. It isn’t exactly the warmest spot, but…” It may be the only place you’ll be welcomed—or at least that’s what he would have said, but he didn’t want to discourage her. There was still a chance she could fit in. It would just take time. “But it’s one of the few places where there’s room.” He finished instead.

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Notes: Inviting Brindle to the outsiders club.

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[Aria]

Ashflight * The Soldier * To Follow

Ashflight hated Fogstone with burning passion now. When the very thought of him made her sick. Cinderstar had broken her trust and was now confused about who she could trust. She didn't have a good sleep in ages since then not it seems like she never. Despite having a soft bed of moss there was no comfort. Maybe that she lost her sister and made her insecure about were Fireclan stood. Was she wrong about being so zealous?

Ashflight before hearing a voice off to her left. It was her brother, Jaythorn, taking with Brindleburr. Even from where she was at something was different about her. Something that investigating and rise walked over to pair. "Greeting, Brother and Brindleburr. Do might if I join I can't seem to get a good sleep." 

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Tags: Demonic,@egotistic,
Art Credit: Iderioux

Waspwing * The Puppet * To Break

Waswping had come back from the last hunting patrol of the day and in his jaws was nice size hare for sharing. Ever since Cherryleap will game he hadn't been himself but it over now. His clan was far more important than she will never be. She could die in a hole somewhere as far as he was concerned. However, it Brindleburr who he wanted to see as she finally was accepted into Fireclan as he hoped all those moons ago when she first appeared as Coconut.

Now she was Brindeburr the Fireclan warrior. Maybe they could chat for a bit as so many cats were unwelcoming toward. He glanced before spotting with a few others cat. It had to be Cinderstat's siblings, of course. Yet he didn't care and walked over the place down his prize. "Greetings, everyone. It's nice to you again. Care to talk and share the prey I caught?" 

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Tags: Demonic,
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[Demonic]

Brindleburr FireClan || Female || Warrior (Ex-Kittypet) Brindleburr instinctively tensed. One moment she was standing alone, the next Jaythorn, a tom she knew very little about, was beside her. He was close but not too close, just enough to feel the warmth radiating from his pelt and the ex-kittypet appreciated it. “If you’d like, you can make a nest next to mine. It isn’t exactly the warmest spot, but…” Jaythorn began, soft and only for her to hear. It calmed the tortie point and without skipping a beat she dipped her head down to rest the bedding on her forepaws in order to look him in the eye and speak unobstructed. There was a smile on Brindleburr's face; warm, inviting and appreciative. "Thank you." She mewed in a matching tone to his. It pained her just how happy she felt about being shown basic kindness, had it really been that long since she was treated like an equal? Instances like this were few and far between. The molly opened her mouth to speak, perhaps to ask where his nest was actually made? When she was interrupted. This time by a familiar voice. "Greeting, Brother and Brindleburr. Do might if I join I can't seem to get a good sleep." Ashflight padded towards them, looking worn out and ragged after her fight with Fogstone. Brindleburr felt guilty about not intervening with the said fight, but it wasn't her place. She knew that. Still, as she greeted the blue-grey she-cat with a flick of her tail, there was a glint in her eye. A silent sympathetic apology. It wasn't long before another familiar cat joined them, again before Brindleburr could even open her mouth to reply. "Greetings, everyone. It's nice to you again. Care to talk and share the prey I caught?" Waspwing entered the den, covered in snow and with a fairly large hare for this time of year hanging from his mouth. He focused on Brindleburr, who couldn't help but smile as he neared. Waspwing had done a lot for Brindleburr, fought for her and stuck up for her. The warrior could stubbornly handle herself just fine but his actions were always appreciated.  It was quiet for a second and then another. Finally, Brindleburr laughed. It was a soft velvety sound that was barely audible. She was shocked, how was it that moments like this were so rare and yet the impossible just happened? Three warriors, three strong and capable warriors were talking to her as if she was one of them. Maybe things really had changed since the ceremony? After getting a hold of herself, Brindleburr turned to Jaythorn still with a big smile on her face. She took the reigns of the situation, hoping to make this moment of peace last. "Why don't you lead the way to your nest, Jaythorn? And... If its okay with you two-" With a mottled paw, the Balinese point gestured to Ashflight and Waspwing, "Why don't you settle down near us and we can share that meal?" Tag: @egotistic, Aria Words: Notes: Frieeeeeendshiiip xD

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THERE IS A THIN LINE

between what is good and what is evil

I will tiptoe down that line but I will feel unstable

    A rush of heat warmed his ear tips as Brindleburr turned to smile at him. It was the first time in what felt like moons since anyone had looked at him with anything short of contempt or distrust, and he found himself more disgruntled than relieved to be met so warmly.

    “Thank you.” Brindleburr’s mewed appreciatively.

    “Don’t mention it,” he murmured tersely, then glanced at the nesting materials at her paws. Though Brindleburr had been living amongst the Clan for some time now, he wondered if she even knew how to spread out her own nest. After all, if he knew anything from his time at the farm, most nests were already made. There was no reason for bracken or moss when you had a soft bundle of straw to curl in. Perhaps I should show her how to set one up. I don’t think—

    A long shadow stretched forward behind him followed by the scuff of paws. Glancing tensely over his shoulder, he swung his copper gaze around to stare at a slate grey she-cat and a ginger tom-cat; he recognized them instantly as Waspwing and Ashflight.

    “Greetings, brother and Brindleburr,” Ashflight mewed. She looked exhausted, and rightfully so after her squabble with Fogstone. “Do you mind if I join you? I can’t seem to get a good sleep.”

    Jaythorn dipped his head in greeting. Though he and Ashflight were kin, he couldn’t help the feeling of unease that dogged him when he was in her presence. After all, it was no secret—especially not after the naming ceremony—that she was a strong supporter of their more overbearing sister Cinderstar. If she shared the same opinions of him as FireClan’s grey-furred leader, then she trusted him just about as much as he trusted a RavenClan assassin—which wasn’t very much. But seeing as she had yet to snarl at him, he forced the bristling fur between his shoulder to smooth as Waspwing greeted them as well, even going so far as to offer prey.

    His gaze wandered thoughtfully towards the fresh-kill. It had been a while since he’d last eaten, but he could hold off until he went hunting tomorrow.

    “That’s very kind of you, but—”

    A soft, velvety laugh broke loose from Brindleburr. The tortie she-cat looked as if she might burst with joy as she shifted her gaze between all three of them, and when her eyes settled on him he shuffled his paws.

    “Why don’t you lead the way to your nest, Jaythorn? And… if it’s ok with you”—she motioned at Waspwing and Ashflight—"Why don’t you settle down near us and we can share that meal?”

    Jaythorn opened his mouth to object, but one look at Brindleburr and he realized he had no right to ruin this for her. There weren’t many cats in the Clan that were willing to share prey with a kittypet, and if she were to survive life in FireClan, she would need friends. And so, begrudgingly, he held his tongue and led the way to his own nest (which didn’t take very long considering they were standing only a tail-length away from it), nodding his head.

    “Here we are,” he murmured. “Like I said, it isn’t exactly the best place in the den… but, it’s warm enough, and if you turn your back to the entrance, it’s not so bad.” He shrugged his shoulders, at a loss. This is more embarrassing than I thought.

Tags: Demonic , Aria  | Word Count: 569
Notes: The gangs all here

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[Aria]

Ashflight * The Soldier * To Follow

Ashflight knew why Jaythorn was frightened of her. It stung that her kin and many others were fearful of her as she had Fogstone as a bitter enemy. He didn't need to worry, whatever he had in past remained in the past. She wanted nothing more to over one with her life. Cinderstar had hurt her more than she could believe. Ashflight gave her everything, loyal, love, and even trust only to disappear as if it was nothing as if she was nothing. The molly could hardly care what Waswping had to say, he didn't matter at all. "Thank you, Brindeburr that's a wonderful idea." Her tone was calm but shaky. It was so hard for her to move from such a hurting blow to her pride, mind, and spirit. She waited until she heard her brother approval  and walked next to him. 

"There no bad blood between us." She whispered in his ear hoping he would understand. She needs someone who could help her through this. Then she looks at his and playfully hit in the shoulder. "Not bad for the nest, Jaythorn, it far better than Waswping that much is for sure." She laughed as went and dragged some nesting material from some useless nests. She quickly got to work and made a nest right next to her brother's then picked up the large number of leftovers.  "Here, Brindeburr and Waswping this should enough for your guys to make of your own. If you need any help I'll...be glad to asset you." Was this what it was liked to have and to make real friends. She couldn't really tell but chuckled at Waspwing comment."Silverstrike was one tough she-cat." 

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Tags: Demonic ,@egotistic ,
Art Credit: Iderioux
Notes: That's how bad Cinderstar's betrayal broke her. She'll be this for while until she pregnant with kits. 

 

Waspwing * The Puppet * To Break

Waswping nodded in agreement with Ashflight for once. It was a simple plan that helped everyone come together as one and thankfully Jaythorn was fine with it so so it seemed. He followed the crowd with prey snuggled in jaws.  He had so many questions he wanted to ask Brindeburr? She was the first kittypet in a very long time to enter Fireclan and she gave him something that he could hold over Cinderstar head for the rest his days. She was an ally his book just as Jaythorn but even he could tell something with off with Ashflight. She was being far too nice then she normally was. "Not bad for the nest, Jaythorn, it far better than Waswping that much is for sure." Nevermind, she normal as can be at least now. He dropped the prey to speak. "Thank you, Ashflight but I would like for Brindeburr to have my share. I'm used to sleeping on the dark ground. Your can blame Silverstrike for that one." 

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[Demonic]

Brindleburr FireClan || Female || Warrior (Ex-Kittypet) Brindleburr followed suit behind all three warriors, smiling and playing innocent. She was an attentive and smart molly, but it didn’t take a genius to know that something was off. Not only with Ashflight but Jaythorn too. He appeared tense, clearly not happy with his offer being opened to Ashflight and Waspwing, yet he allowed it. Whether it was out of pity for her or that he was too tired to say anything, Brindleburr didn’t know. She simply shot him another appreciative look as she picked up her nesting materials and padded along. “Here we are,”Jaythorn begrudgingly murmured. “Like I said, it isn’t exactly the best place in the den… but, it’s warm enough, and if you turn your back to the entrance, it’s not so bad.” As the others sat down and chose their places, Brindleburr lingered a moment, before gently nudging her hip with Jaythorn’s. Perhaps it was crossing a line, but hey, she wouldn’t know until she tried. Brindleburr purred softly, ”It’s perfect. I can’t thank you enough for this offer. I understand that... Well, not many warriors appreciate or feel comfortable with me around. But I’m sure you already knew that.” With that, the tortie point settled down amongst the nesting cats. Brindleburr would be the first to admit that her nest building skills were atrocious. She was never really taught how to make them and the apprentices tended to ignore her whenever she asked for advice when she first arrived. Similar to how she did in her twoleg nest when a bed wasn’t premade, Brindleburr simply piled her supplies up and sat on top of them. It made her sit at an awkward tilted angle, but she could sleep on the pile and thats all that mattered. When Ashflight graciously offered her some more material, Brindleburr added it to the precarious pile. "Thank you, Ashflight but I would like for Brindeburr to have my share. I'm used to sleeping on the dark ground. Your can blame Silverstrike for that one." ”Ha ha, thank you Waspwing but I think I have more than enough,” she chuckled in reply. ”Jaythorn, would you like the extra padding?” Brindleburr whispered her final question to the warrior who now sat on her left. She didn’t want to disturb the other two, who began to discuss a warrior she had never personally met and yet... she wishes she had. She had found out about Silverstrike -Cinderstar, Jaythorn and Ashflight’s mother - death, through gossip she was never intended to hear. It had pained Brindleburr when she found out. She had known something was wrong and so went to talk to and perhaps comfort the Strong Leader despite not knowing what the problem was at the time. She was met with nothing but a cold shoulder. When she found out the truth, Brindleburr wished she had pushed Cinderstar to accept the comfort and help more, instead of giving in and letting her be so damn stubborn. It hurt, particularly at the time the foolish and too trusting ex-kittypet was beginning to think they were becoming friends. As the conversation died down and wistful expressions came over the faces of the warrior’s before her, Brindleburr finally spoke, ”I never got to meet Silverstrike personally, although she sounds like an incredible molly. What was she like?” Tag: @egotistic Aria Words: Notes: Don’t mind Brindle just lying on the world’s worst nest XD how she can sleep on it, we’ll never know

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THERE IS A THIN LINE

between what is good and what is evil

I will tiptoe down that line but I will feel unstable

    As he stood there, staring at his nest, he failed to notice Ashflight as the grey-furred queen stepped forward to brush against his side. Her fur was still stiff with blood from her spat with Fogstone, and he had to fight the urge to pull himself away as she leaned closer to whisper into his ears.

    “There is no bad blood between us.” The words, so soft, made his eyes widen in alarm as he turned to look at her. But Ashflight gave very little away, and in her green gaze he saw only a calm that had not previously been there during the naming ceremony. It was odd—he felt unnerved by how peaceful she looked.

    “What do you—”

    He got no further. Ashflight had already moved on, and faster than he would have liked with everything considered.

    “Not bad for a nest, Jaythorn. It’s far better than Waspwing’s, that much is for sure,” Ashflight said suddenly, nudging him with her shoulder before she slipped further into the den to pull an empty nest forward.

    That was… odd. “Er, thank you… Ashflight.” The words sounded strained as they left him, and he quickly busied himself instead with staring at his nest as if it were the most fascinating thing he’d seen in moons. But even that couldn’t last for long before Brindleburr bumped his flank with her hips.

    He turned to face her, blinking as if he’d just been pulled from a daze.

    The she-cat was purring—a low and oddly comforting sound—and there was a smile on her face, the kind that a cat who had grown used to scowls and frowns was ill-prepared for.

    “It’s perfect. I can’t thank you enough for this offer. I understand that… Well, not many warriors appreciate or feel comfortable with me around. But I’m sure you already knew that.”

    More than that—I’ve experienced it myself. But again Jaythorn could not bring himself to voice this aloud, and he only grunted in acknowledgment as Ashflight and Waspwing settled down. Glancing towards them, he suppressed the rumbling of his stomach as the smell of Waspwing’s fresh-kill wafted towards him and settled down in his own nest as Brindleburr dumped her nesting materials alongside him.

    Just as he suspected, she didn’t seem to know how to properly set up a nest and simply stretched precariously over the mound of moss.

    It was an amusing sight to say the very least.

    “Here Brindleburr and Waspwing, this should be enough for you guys to make your own. If you need any help, I’ll be glad to assist you.” Blinking, Jaythorn turned as Ashflight placed some nesting material before her. He’d been too busy watching Brindleburr to notice, and he felt a twinge of embarrassment at his carelessness.

    “Thank you, Ashflight, but I would like for Brindleburr to have my share. I’m used to sleeping on the ground—you can blame Silverstrike for that one,” Waspwing said casually, placing the prey down at his paws.

    He frowned at the mention of his mother. She’d died sometime during the moons he’d been away, and yet he had not felt the twinge of grief he’d expected to feel. I’m hardly to blame for that though. She wasn’t exactly motherly, he thought grimly, reflecting on his mother’s grueling ‘training sessions’—the ones where she would taunt and goad them to fight. It was hardly a childhood worth looking back on, and he pushed the memory aside as Brindleburr leaned towards him.

    “Jaythorn, would you like the extra padding?” Brindleburr asked.

    He glanced down at the bundle Ashflight had brought and shook his head. Even if it did get a little cold when the wind picked up, it felt wrong taking bedding from another cat, especially one so ill-accustomed to the forest climate. “Keep it. You’ll need all the extra padding you can get once it starts getting colder.”

    Then his gaze shifted towards the lump of moss she was perched on. If left to her own devices, it wouldn’t matter how much padding she had; with the way her nest was now, not only was she likely to freeze, but she’d be subjected to many an uncomfortable night in the process. He opened his mouth to make a comment, but before he could volunteer to help, Brindleburr spoke again.

    “I never got to meet Silverstrike personally, although she sounds like an incredible molly. What was she like?”

    Jaythorn stiffened, then loosened the tension in his shoulders. Stop getting so worked up. She was your mother. “She was a good cat—a good mother,” as he spoke, he flashed a meaningful look at Waspwing and Ashflight. “She needn’t have died as soon as she did; FireClan lost a good warrior when she went to join StarClan.”

    He made a noise then and glanced again at Brindleburr’s ‘nest’. He wanted to change the subject, and considering the fact the she-cat had yet to properly attend to her bedding situation, he quickly pounced on the diversion.

    “You look like you could use some help,” he said, his expression betraying his amusement. “Would you like for me to show you how to make a nest?—a proper one, I mean.”

Tags: Demonic, Aria | Word Count: 860
Notes: Sorry 'bout the wait

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[Aria]

Ashflight * The Soldier * To Follow

Ashflight nodded in the knowledge of this conversation."Uh...welcome Jaythorn." As thought back  to her experience with her mother. The hard training sessions when Cinder and her would battle it out in fun siblings rivalry and Silverstrike would have their heads if they didn't put 110% effort into it. Good times. It was even they were the closest ever. Those were the good old days when they had a bond. Silverstrike will always be her mother, just as Cinderstar and Jaythorn will always be kin to her. Cinderstar...She lowered her in defeat until she heard Brindle' soft voice again.”It’s perfect. I can’t thank you enough for this offer. I understand that... Well, not many warriors appreciate or feel comfortable with me around. But I’m sure you already knew that.” Something snapped causing to looked her ears roll back in annoyance. 

"Well, I'm not going to lie. I felt the same way when I heard you staying in Fireclan. I feel annoyed, betrayed, and well overzealous. I thought Cinderstar made a horrible decision out of to spite everyone."  She paused briefly as couldn't believe she saying this. "However, after speaking with you. I see that I was wrong. You have kindness and determination I wish I had, if I did maybe then I could  go her to listen to me. You showed everyone that you hold your own even in battle and prove you loyal to the clan through and through. I learned that being Pure-blood is the best but it's not bad to be an outsider who joins either." She chuckled feeling some tension leave her back. "I think you're worth enough for me to call you a friend if wouldn't mind being one."

She felt awkward saying but and even a hint of blush up on her but she did take it be.The grey molly laughed louder looked at Brindleburr, "And you friend of mine is going to sleep in nest like that. So I hope you don't mind in if a cat or two help you out.You a warrior just like the rest of us and you deserve a fit for one." She annoyed comment for sake of not trying to claw him.

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Waspwing * The Puppet * To Break

Waspwing was amazed by how will they were get along together. Especially the fact this was Cinderstar kin and Cocnout was he chilling with. It never thought he see something like this happened beofre it has. Silverstrike was hard and ruthless on him due his past and traioroius father but he was there from him. He missed her very much but knew it starclan she was watching. He was going to take but decided to remain even when Ashflight spoke out. "Well I ever Ms. Zealous would have a change of heart. Welcome to other side." He chuckled licking her forepaw. "Ashfligt, I think your brother has it undercontrol."     

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[Demonic]

Brindleburr FireClan || Female || Warrior (Ex-Kittypet) Brindleburr watched and listened to Jaythorn with quiet fascination. She didn't miss the way he tensed, there was something more going on beneath the surface and she knew it. As a result, a plethora of questions began to bubble up in her throat - a side effect of being so curious - but as the warrior tom shot the others a meaningful glance, Brindleburr decided to stay quiet. She'll play along as the unknowing innocent for now and instead offered him a sympathetic look. "StarClan... Such a curious thing. Sometimes I wonder if Pineapple went there upon his death, but after hearing about the many brave feats of fallen warriors... I really don't know anymore..." Her mew was quiet not meant to be heard by anyone and as Ashflight caught her attention, Brindleburr only then realised that her eyes had been downcast. "I think you're worth enough for me to call you a friend if wouldn't mind being one." Brindleburr softened considerably, her alluring but tired features becoming bright with childish glee. She chuckled, "If only other cats were so willing to change their views like you Ashflight, but I am big enough to admit that if I were clan born myself, I would regard Kittypets with similar distaste... Though that just means I'll have to work harder to change that fact. I'm determined to make a new life here. As much as I know some cats want me to leave, FireClan isn't going to get rid of me that easily."  Brindleburr laughed once more, determination flaring in her gut until she levelled Ashflight with a sincere look, "Thank you, really, I am more than happy to be considered as a friend." Conversation dipped after that though Brindleburr didn't seem to notice. She simply basked in the quiet company of friends. That is until Jaythorn piped up,  “You look like you could use some help,” he said, his expression betraying his amusement. “Would you like for me to show you how to make a nest?— a proper one, I mean.” When was the last time Brindleburr had blushed? Not in a very long time, that was for sure. She was usually so on top of conversations, able to take everything in stride with an elegant air of nonchalance, but this caught her off guard. With her walls down and heart swollen with childlike joy, she couldn't stop the heat rising to the tips of her ears like a kit when she saw Jaythorn's amused smile. Embarrassment was never a good look, but the ex-kittypet did her best to make it work. Chuckling in an attempt to brush it off, she purred playfully, "Well, if you are offering, I suppose I wouldn't be too opposed to your help." Standing, Brindleburr then gestured to the clumped ball of moss that was supposed to be her bed, "Please, teach away." Her smile betrayed just how thankful she really was. Tag: @egotistic Aria Words: Notes: This just in, strong and confident Brindleburr is actually a big child who just wants friends.

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THERE IS A THIN LINE

between what is good and what is evil

I will tiptoe down that line but I will feel unstable

“StarClan… Such a curious thing. Sometimes I wonder if Pineapple went there upon his death, but after hearing about the many brave feats of warriors… I really don’t know anymore…”

    There was something soft, distant, and sad about Brindleburr’s voice when she said this, and Jaythorn, without thinking, gently brushed her side with his tail tip, glancing towards her. “I don’t doubt he made it. He sounds like a good cat.”

    His tail lingered for a moment before he whisked it hurriedly away at Ashflight’s words. He lifted his gaze to watch her, his ears twitching at her comment to Brindleburr.

    Should I say the same thing? Are we friends? Jaythorn had nearly forgotten what it was like to have friends. Growing up he’d been so fixated on his own status in the Clan that he’d always shrugged his peers aside, something he had come to regret, especially now after everything that had transpired. Perhaps that’s what I need.

    He opened his mouth to agree with Ashflight, but then he faltered as Brindleburr spoke, laughing softly.

    She laughs so easily. I wonder how she actually feels, he thought off-handedly.

    “Thank you, really, I am more than happy to be considered as a friend,” she said, and with that, the conversation dropped off into a comfortable silence until Jaythorn questioned her on the nest.

    It was perhaps the only time he’d seen her lose her cool, and he would be the last one to admit that he quite like the flustered expression on her face at his words. He purred softly, as Brindleburr responded, chuckling as he found she had a habit of doing.

    “Well, if you are offering, I suppose I wouldn’t be too opposed to your help.” Standing up, the mottled she-cat motioned towards the bundle of moss. “Please, teach away.”

    She smiled then. It was the type of smile that could charm a bird from its nest, and Jaythorn was careful not to be lulled so readily by it as he stepped forward to stand beside her. Their pelts brushed, but for once he didn’t flinch away from the contact as he used his paw to sift through the materials.

    “Well, for starters, these are brambles,” he murmured softly, lifting the strands. “We use them as the framing, like this…” he worked the brambles deftly with his paws, forming them into a circular frame. “Then add the moss, like this…” Carefully he began to flatten and pack the moss into the frame, careful not to leave any bits of bramble jutting through so they wouldn’t poke the she-cat in her sleep—something he’d learned at a young age was beyond uncomfortable to lay on. “And there you have it. A nice warm nest.”

    He patted it gingerly with his paw, and for a moment his smiled, though the expression was fleeting and vanished as quickly as it appeared. Turning towards Brindleburr, he spoke again, his voice soft. “You shouldn’t be embarrassed to ask for help,” he mewed, then, unconsciously, he reached out a paw to gently place it over her own. Her paws were smaller than his own, but he tried not to linger on that for too long as he continued. “We’re all your friends now, so feel free to ask whenever you need something. I know I have more than enough free time, so feel free to ask me.” His whiskers twitched, and he drew his paw away, glancing towards the others. “And I’m sure Waspwing and Ashflight are more than willing to help as well.”

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