[Fawn]

Roselight
41 Moons - Senior Warrior - She-Cat - RainClan

        It had been a long time since she had last spent any time with Mallowleaf. One of Henfeather's offspring, Roselight had felt like a second parent for the young she-cat when she'd been a kitten, mewling in the nursery and without a place in RainClan to call her own.

So many moons had passed, that it showed in Mallowleaf's name best of all - the young she-kitten she'd fussed over was now a beautiful young warrior, and a talented fighter at that. Roselight felt a strong measure of pride over this, having a particular preference for combat over fishing, but a part of her felt that this pride was a little undeserved.

Since becoming busy with her own apprentice, as well as a budding romance with RainClan's deputy, Razorfang, the beautiful salmon-hued she-cat had had little time to check in with the daughter of her closest friend. She did not necessarily deserve to feel proud, as if she had done some part in helping Mallowleaf become the wonderful cat that she was.

But this can be mended, Roselight avowed as she sought out the warrioress in camp. "Mallowleaf?" She spoke up above the general, commonplace noise of RainClan's camp, locating her by scent rather than sight, Roselight approached.
"I'm going to fish by the willow stream, and could use some pleasant company." This offer was extended with a smile, the pale-hued she-cat fully aware that there was a little awkwardness between them - likely a result of how little they'd gotten the chance to speak to one another lately.

That would fade with time, however, and conversation.

Word Count: 267 Words
Tags: nimble

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Mallowleaf was preoccupied near the back of the nursery, her paws submerged in the soggy earth. The stream had risen with the rains of newleaf. She worked silently, moulding the earth with her paws, bringing earth to the base of the reeds that protected the kits of RainClan. Her untidy pelt was littered with fragments of reed. Her ears twitched. A cat was approaching. She forced her gaze away from the barrier she was repairing. Roselight?

She blinked, her pale green eyes sliding over the older warrior's figure. She looked well. Mallowleaf was glad. She twitched her nose in response to the she-cat's greeting, then started towards her, careful not to make more holes for water to pool in. Reaching the higher, drier land, she glanced over to Roselight, an amused smirk creeping across her maw. Pleasant company. "Then what are you talking to me for?"

Her voice was quiet and cynical, but she couldn't prevent the amusement from punctuating her words. She waved her feathery tail, its tufts swept across the earth. "I promise nothing," she mewed plainly, "but I will join you."

She padded beside the warrior, her paws muddy. She didn't initiate conversation; it wasn't in her nature. Roselight knew that. She snorted inwardly. Between Razorfang and herself... perhaps the she-cat had a thing for more, eh, abrasive felines. Hm.

Character; Mallowleaf
Word count; 224
Notes; ~

[Fawn]

Roselight
41 Moons. She-Cat. RainClan. Warrior.

"Then what are you talking to me for?"

The pale salmon-hued she-cat's tail twitched and swayed with amusement; because you're practically family to me. Rather than express this sentimental thought with actual words, Roselight chose to leave it unsaid, preferring to enjoy the companionable silence rather than fill it up with possibly unnecessary chatter.

Roselight's mouth formed a brief smile. Perhaps so much time with Razorfang had left her a little colder, a little more withdrawn? A little more focused. Just when she felt herself conforming to his personality, a brilliant ball of passion and expressive energy that was Russethawk would make his presence known again, and she would adjust back to her regular self. It was a system of balancing, and Roselight knew that all three of them - Mallowleaf, Razorfang and Russethawk - were special to her not because of their similarities, but because of their complimentary and contrasting differences.

"I hear you've been getting on well with Razorfang," the soft background babble of the stream overlapped her words slightly, before Roselight's ears naturally adjusted to the sound and she could wait for Mallowleaf's response. "What do you think of him?"

This 'friendship' (or as close to one as Razorfang would be willing to admit to) of theirs had not gone unnoticed, and if she was being honest with herself, she was pleased over it. Owing to the fact that both her parents were not especially fond of a loner-born deputy, it was nice to have another family member 'warm up to' Razorfang in their own way. It made her parents' haughtiness and uptight old-fashioned notions about Clan purity seem that much easier to ignore.

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Tags: nimble
Word Count: 280

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As Mallowleaf walked absently, her head might have well have been in the stars. Everything caught her attention, if only for a moment: the brook, the birds, the damp leaves beneath the willows... she blinked, raising her head to glance at Roselight. "I don't know what you mean," she muttered, the twitching tip of her feathered tail the only evidence of her good humor. "I don't get on well with anyone."

But Roselight was right. Turning away as if to squint off across the stream, she nearly began to level with her companion before mewing, "He's fine." The half-hearted shrug of her shoulders didn't mask her genuine intentions. Perhaps she'd never admit to herself that she liked a cat besides Roselight, but she certainly didn't mind him. Or something. The warrior abruptly dove towards the water, her forepaws striking in to the water she'd been staring at, her claws slicing through the slimy scales of the fish she'd gone after. The fish flailed as she sloppily threw it out of the water and on to the pebbled bank.

This part was easier. She quickly dispatched the fish with a swipe of her claws, then letting off the rest of her adrenaline by batting it towards Roselight with one paw. Got one, she thought, not realizing she hadn't spoken the words aloud.

Character; Mallowleaf
Word count; 248
Notes; ~

[Fawn]

Roselight
41 Moons. She-Cat. RainClan. Warrior.

Though she had initially started this trek towards the willow stream for the purpose of feeding the Clan, it wasn't until Mallowleaf wordlessly caught and killed a fish that Roselight let her thoughts stop distracting her. Razorfang had been on her mind a lot lately, and not just because he was her mate, though it wasn't as if her love for him didn't play a large part of it.

Not about to be outdone by the younger warrior, Roselight put her learned skills to good use, watching the current as it flowed through the tangled jungle of willow roots that had crept over the banks, the temperature a bit cooler here in so well-shaded an area. Cerulean eyes narrowed in on the silvery body under the cool surface, and the differences in their fishing techniques revealed themselves; preferring efficiency as well as aesthetics (as she had been taught by her parents), Roselight flicked her claws to flip the fish onto the bank, delivering a swift killing bite the moment it had landed.

Mallowleaf had gotten rougher in her movements and her personality than Roselight had expected, but she wouldn't call it a bad thing.

"I'm glad that you think so," mewed the salmon-hued she-cat, drawing level with her friend. "He thinks highly of you, you know." Did you? It was likely that, given Razorfang's withdrawn nature that leaned a little on the cold side, Mallowleaf hadn't noticed this at all. Or maybe, in that unique bond they'd created, they had come to understand each other better than she would ever know without seeing it before her very eyes.

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Mallowleaf didn't bother to covet Roselight's more graceful fishing technique, instead glancing around the forest passively, taking note of the status of their surroundings. The mud on her hind paws had began to dry, caked to her long fur. I'm glad you think so. Was she? She looked at the she-cat out of the corner of her eye. Does my approval actually matter to her? Hm.

The next part caught her off guard. He thinks highly... of me? The cream-pelted warrior couldn't think of anything to say, instead shifting her jaw awkwardly, wishing something else would fill the silence. But nothing came so she forced out a strangled, "Oh."

She was unsure of how to react to the knowledge that another cat might think highly of her. Razorfang, of all cats, certainly had plenty of reason not to, after finding her half dead beneath the willows, with no intention of making effort to survive. That alone should have been enough..

She abandoned the thought, instead turning to watch a heron fly overhead. Mallowleaf could hear its broad wings beating, creating the wind that kept its massive body aloft. Its long neck retracted, stilt-like legs behind it... the rituals necessary for flying. She found it almost... majestic, but ridiculous at the same time. Her whiskers twitched as she observed, That absurd creature is better at fishing than we are.

Character; Mallowleaf
Word count; 228
Notes; The only way Mallowleaf will really openly reveal that she likes Razorfang is if Roselight mentions something about another cat not liking him, because she'll defend him to her grave.

[Fawn]

Roselight
41 Moons. She-Cat. RainClan. Warrior.

The heron had not escaped her attention; had she the quietness and the hunting finesse required to stalk one and bring one down, she'd be less impassive about the heron's departure, for it would have been a meal lost. Roselight much preferred fishing to hunting, and even then it was second place when it came to combat; hard to imagine a she-cat known to be a bit... prim and elitist to have decent fighting skills, but it had been an outlet for her growing up.

Yes she'd cared quite a bit about her appearance and how others would perceive her, but the pressures her parents had placed on her from a young age had been a lot to handle, and sparring with her mentor and similar-aged cats had been a nice way to release that pressure without causing any yelling or parental backlash.

Cerulean eyes settled upon the slightly muddied form of her best friend's daughter, fully aware that she had lost respect for Henfeather some time ago, and that she had a well-deserved distrust of toms. That being said, it was interesting that she should form some sort of... friendship with Razorfang, given that he was, in fact, a tom, as well as... a bit prickly at times. Like a thorn bush. It was sometimes a personal choice to behave like that and others, he simply had a habit of posting figurative 'keep out' signs that all but the most enduring of personalities would turn away from.

In a way, Mallowleaf seemed to do the same thing.

"I suppose I never asked, but what do you think of cats who are not pure RainClan?" Roselight mewed, careful to keep her shadow away from the water's edge, still intending to fish and hold a conversation at the same time. It was not as if the fish could hear them[.

The pink-furred feline had grown up with two extreme ends of the spectrum; her parents (Salmonfur and Silverflower) were known elitists who prided themselves on their (mostly) pure RainClan lineage, and Russethawk, who was virtually all-accepting.

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While Mallowleaf was usually completely indifferent to the clan's petty grievances, it had not escaped her attention that a number of cats didn't agree with cats of different lineage. It hadn't really gotten under her pelt until she, uh, got to know Razorfang. From then on she always had thorny words at the tip of her tongue when some warrior chose to whine in her presence. It had grown to infuriate you. The existence of cats is not an opinion for you to disagree with, fishbrain.

So it was that when Roselight's question floated to her ears, she said, voice harsh, "I think they're great." There was a degree of defiance present that didn't need to be there, but, nonetheless, it rolled off her tongue with venom. A pause followed before she inquired, more mildly, "Why?"

Her tail was lashing as she dove for a fish, missing horrendously, splashing water all over her thick pelt. Smugly unimpressed with herself, she withdrew her wet paws from the stream.

Character; Mallowleaf
Word count; 167
Notes; ~

[Fawn]

Roselight
41 Moons. She-Cat. RainClan. Warrior.

Roselight watched the initial retort and then Mallowleaf's botched attempted at getting another fish, cerulean eyes patient. "I was hoping you'd say that. It's a touchy subject for some cats here, and a lot of the older warriors and elders seem to retain those same old prejudices against them." My parents included. It was no secret that her relatives were a bit uppity, with the exclusion of Russethawk and the late Snoweye and Brookrun, and not only were they clinging to those old, dusty philosophies, they were openly judgmental. For a long time, Roselight had been just the same as them; it wasn't until she had befriended Henfeather and became an apprentice that she had started to gain a mind and an opinion of her own. Meeting Blazehawk for the first time had been a great big splash in the face, revealing her own willingness to ignore the code, ignore things her parents had held tight to find her own happiness.

They wouldn't be very pleased that she and Razorfang had become mates, but Roselight found that she simply didn't care, a fact that would startle her mother and anger her father, but that wouldn't change her heart on the matter. Not even budge it.
"I just wanted to know what you thought." Roselight mewed after a while, looking to her partially soaked Clanmate and something of a niece. A playful smile flitted across the pretty she-cat's face. "What do you say we leave the fishing for the herons and go check our border with StoneClan?" Hunting was really not a strong suit either cat possessed, but what Roselight personally lacked in quantity of fish caught per fishing trip, she made up for in other ways, with a particular focus on mentoring and proving her prowess when RainClan needed defending.