[Gemini]

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TAG: Fae Magic  with Mousepetal |
NOTES: here it is, finally

The Warriors den was warm, filled with slumbering warriors. The arising light peered into the den, the rays extending to reach Badgerscar's luminaries. His intimidating malachite visionaries opened one after another, squinting upon the brightness that shone into his retinas. Pupils slitting into vertical ones compared to the circular-shaped ones that adapted to the night or showed emotion. The behemoth brute of a tom glimpsed around slowly, dubiously hoisting himself upright. He was desperate to stretch, but it appeared the den was quite full, he'd have to wait until he escaped it. Slipping past dead-asleep warriors, he extended his frontal foundations, hindquarters doing the same as he ascended into a long stretch. His lengthy embodiment extended from each other, his maxilla departed from his mandible in a wide yawn. His hasty yawn exposed abnormally long teeth, well, his canines, while the rest were regular-sized. The battle-scarred tomcat advanced toward the exit of camp, direction shifting toward the Pine Forest. 

It was early morning, the sun still rising above the horizon. The leaf-fall morning could occasionally be bitter, and it was certainly one of those days. He despised the cold, but it hadn't been frigid, but more so lukewarm. The temperature was decent, as he could stand it. Closing in toward the Pine Forest, Badgerscar felt the fallen pine needles beneath his paws, a comforting and familiar texture he was pleased by. He found the content in the Pine Forest, as this was his home, born and raised in NightClan. Eventually, he found himself absentmindedly wandering into Pine Forest's Branch Trail. He glanced upon the low-hanging branches, a place where he trained as an apprentice. He was curious whether anyone was training here at the moment, but then again, he figured it was really early. As a mentor, he figured he'd start training sessions around this time when it was cooler. Except, in leaf-bare, he'd wait until afternoon where it's most likely to be warmer.

Sunlight filled the sky, pure scattered light; its hue ambitiously illuminating each crevice of the land. The birds chirped an explicit background melody. With breath paused in his lungs, he wished time would halt. The trees shone as if they were wearing golden crowns and the vast sky was able to absorb the bright sparks of the sun. And though time continued, the emotions that flowed stilled his soul. The first orange hued rays of sunrise kissed the still dust-laden rubble with the same loving care as the undertaker with the recently departed. These soft rays that should have brought warmth to a new day only acted to solidify the reality of their losses. He remembered deaths, a sigh escaping his maw. He thought too much, too often, since he hadn't really conversed with anyone else. But simply put, that was his own problem he'd have to figure out and solve. Maybe he needed someone to talk to, but again, he'd eventually have to realize that himself.

And upon the forest floor so woven with ancient tree roots came a light filtered by the bouquet of foliage above: softened, verdant, and freshly aromatic. He adored his home, remembering back to his apprentice days, as they weren't too long ago. It made his stomach flutter slightly, as he had so much more to become and grow with as he aged. The early autumn morning and a frosty chill hung in the air. The sweet surrendering scent of the morning dew filled the forest with a scent that did not belong on earth. Pine needles from the tall trees lay scattered on the forest floor; each of them turning brittle brown; there was a sound like dried cereal being crunched underfoot, pushing their papery remains deep into the soft soil. The dark shadows of the voluminous trees and the surrounding bushes had become the backbone of the forest, standing as passive protectors of a peaceful place. The autumn sun rose in a hurry as if trying to make up for setting too early the evening before, blooming into the pale sky with a warm mellow glow, sending what was left of the moon packing until its next shift guarding the night. By mid-morning sky was a brilliant baby blue. As the morning developed the sound of young birds filled the air: chirping, tweeting, and warbling incessantly.

Badgerscar's malachite visage scrutinized amidst himself, taking in everything around him. His eyes were hues of the forest, surrounded with dark moss. It was the kind of earthy green that revives the grass after a cruel, unforgiving winter. Interwoven shades hiding the chaotic nature behind. Never before have eyes held such danger and beauty all at once. He was a wildfire: reckless, untamed, yet undeniably captivating. Eyes the color of deep forest pools, the color of springtime ferns, the color of freshly cut grass, the color of pond scum, the color of autumn carrot tops, the green of the first spring leaves on a plum tree, mossy green flecked with the color of pecan shell, as green as new-leaf water trough. Abruptly, the sound of brittle pines crunched behind him. He shook his crania, the aroma of a fellow NightClanner.  "If I were you, I would have observed me from the trees, unless you were simply following me."  He uttered, not daring to look behind himself to see who it was. He would wait for the vocalizations.

no one is actually dead,

until the ripples they caused in the world die away.

credit to nat of adoxography.

[Fae Magic]

Beauty is a joy that forever increases
It will never pass into nothingness

She hadn't been able to sleep; that was not uncommon for the petite grey and white warrior. Even after she'd become a warrior and out of the clutches of her parents and bullies of other apprentices and warriors because of her lack of strength and backbone. Life was better than it had been in a very long time in her life. She had more freedom to roam and she didn't have to answer to a lot of other warriors except Darkstar her leader, Clovermask her deputy, and of course her favorite of the three high ranked clan mates was Shadowchaser. A warm feeling settled in her chest at the thought of Shadowchaser who was the medicine cat of her clan and someone she considered special to her; she'd remembered whenever she had trained herself to the point of exhaustion and lack of taking care of her body with lack of food and water brought the feverish apprentice to his den where he'd healed not only her weak immunity but her broken and downcast heart she carried as a burden in her chest. That being thought of made her want to go out hunting to bring back something special for the medicine cat. Restless as always even with better peace of heart Mousepetal found her paws taking her from the warrior's den; un-bestowed to her not too long after a fellow clanmate had left the dens in the bright sunshine of day outside. It wasn't too uncommon but not the most desirable of the Nightclanners to go out in the light of day; like vampires, they preferred the strength and tranquility of night where their eyes could be made to better use. But Mousepetal had converted herself to both sides of day and night that it didn't bother her anymore.

She figured the best place to go hunt would be by the Pine Forest and Branch Trails. A familiar path her paws carried her without thought. Eyes and ears perked for signs of any other presence or danger. Her maw opened to scent prey nearby as she swept through rather efficiently through the path her white paws took her. In her focused state, she didn't realize she'd been closing in on someone else that was not an animal to prey until she heard their voice; a tom's voice for that matter. The mouse she'd been hunting through the paths led her towards the unfamiliar scent of a fellow clanmate. Hearing his voice halted her and her pale amber orbs focused on the large tom ahead of her. Her mind took her a good minute to recognize the words he spoke and a flare of temper hit her. She was used to the arrogance of Roachflight when they were apprenticed together and the same reaction her fellow clan mate invoked in her when they were little spiked up again in her at the tone of voice. Her first reaction was to give a snappy remark back with the full force that could blow anyone's mind away but her former mentor Starlingcry's face came into mind and she had to take a deep breath to calm herself. What would Starclingcry say if she'd heard Mousepetal blow a gasket over something like another warrior and clan mate sounding arrogant? It was silly and the small female had to remind herself to have patience. Something she and her former mentor had been working on for a while during her training.

Stepping out from where she'd been hiding she made sure her voice was as neutral as possible, which she needed work on if the little bit of sass she'd managed to come up with didn't leak into her words. "If I was trying to sneak up on you you wouldn't have known I was there," she replied back. She prided herself in having excellent stealth as she was rather small and petite with light footage. Quiet as a mouse was better than being meek as a mouse; something that Mousepetal was more than happy to have outgrown of titles as she grew.

Eying the larger clan mate she cleared her throat and pushed forwards as she padded over towards him; not realizing just how large he was until she got closer and closer to him. She couldn't help but speak her mind under her breath "Dear Starclan what did you're mother feed you as a kit?" her eyes widened as she realized she said it out loud and she gave a small sheepish smile. "Sorry, that was rude of me! I was just surprised by your size...You're huge, but I guess everyone is always big to me. I'm rather small." she laughed awkwardly as she looked away and stared around at the scenery.

"Anyways, I don't believe we've had the chance to speak before. I'm not familiar with other warriors and I didn't make many other friends growing up so if you were around I probably hadn't been paying attention...My name's Mousepetal." she introduced herself and leaned forwards to turn her head to look up into his face with a curious look in her eyes.

"What's your name then?" she questioned trying to stay polite. Goodness knew what this tom would do if he got mad. She didn't even know him and if he was anything like Roachflight or his uncle Blackstag then Mousepetal would be in big trouble even if she had stood up to both of the dark psycho Blackstag at one point and stood up to the stuck up and bully of an apprentice Roachflight used to be when they were apprentices together. She'd grown a lot thanks to the friends she'd made when she was younger so it was with that new courage she'd learned to have that she even approached the larger clan mate of hers

968 word count Gemini
Silverburr Russet-Tail Ivoryrose poppypaw Tigerpaw Smudgenose PRIMROSEPETAL mousepaw rock pendulum

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[Gemini]

WORDS: 981 |
TAG: Fae Magic with Mousepetal |
NOTES: --;-

Badgerscar's acoustics flickered, swiveling upon any sudden reverberations to enter his tufted auditories.  He listened to the scattering of nearby mice and other small creatures, uninterested, considering he was a horrid hunter. The behemoth tom figured his muscular, voluminous embodiment restricted him from completing a hunt successfully, quite disappointed he could never hunt with ease. Hunting shouldn't be as much as a struggle as it was to the badger-colored feline. The deep charcoal of his thick pelage reminded others of ashes and smoke blowing in the wind coming from a fire that burned everything to the ground. It had almost been intense, coming from that fire that burned deep within his soul. The grey hue, not a dull, unremarkable grey like that of concrete or stone. They were the grey of the last ashes on a fire, tossed up on the breeze; the deeper grey of a pigeon's wing, soft as down; the grey of the ocean an instant before dawn's first rays strike the water. The physique shifted away once, and ensnared most from that moment in a net of intrigue. 

The alabaster upon his grey and white hadn't been too dirtied, surprisingly from being a feral feline. The alabaster like freshly fallen snow, soft and crisp. Like the billowing sails of a weather-warn ship, fantastical and majestic. The most flocculent of clouds against a bright azure sky - hopeful and exhilarating. Like sea foam as the pristine waves crash against jagged rocks; effervescent and buoyant. The trail of a majestic bridal gown. Flowing and whimsical. The folds in the dress of a mighty god. Heavenly, and intoxicating. A pulchritudinous tomcat he appeared, outlined in lean muscle which rippled beneath his pelt when it came to a battle. Well, his muscles would tense when it came to hunting, shown through frustration and insecurity of being unable to hunt with ease. An embarrassment it was, but that could have also been that his mentor focused on the strategy of battle. Large white foundations caressed the pine needles beneath them, listening to the crunch before his halt due to the vocalizations finalized by the mademoiselle behind himself.

Badgerscar's lengthy append shifted toward the new location of the damsel, where she could be seen before his captivating malachite luminaries that appear to be intervened with the color of  flavo; yellow. His intoxicating visage met the molly's vexed amber-brown ones. Her first words escaped the femora's maw, "If I was trying to sneak up on you you wouldn't have known I was there," He couldn't help but shake his crania in response, "I'd hope so," He uttered, a shrug of his shoulders noticeable. The vexation was clearly debated through the statement about his unbelievable size. She certainly had the right to be bewildered, since he was one of the few largest toms in NightClan, standing next to Buckfur and Blackstag. "I was fed like any normal kit," Badgerscar murmured, cocking a nonexistent brow in the molly's direction, listening to the vocal's become suddenly abrupt and frantic from 'sounding rude'. However, Badgerscar found her words enthusing, though there was no laughter or even a slight smile, executed.

"Yes, you are quite small," He muttered, swallowing thickly as he glanced down at the diminutive mademoiselle, "I was agreeing, apologies if that sounded rude, I am not a big conversationalist." The behemoth tomcat stated rather sheepishly, vocals quiet and chastened. He felt awkward, but not so much uncomfortable, which was a good start for the feline. Badgerscar was a horrible conversationalist, considering he was very asocial and preferred to be independent rather than spending time around others. On the outside perspective, Badgerscar definitely appears lonely, but he knows he's enjoying his life just as it is. Though, at the same time, the brute of a tom has hopes for his future, wanting a family of his own eventually. As of now, he figured there was no need to focus on finding such since he was still young and had plenty of time. "Also, that wasn't rude, I am pretty big...I am the brother of Buckfur and Blackstag, after all." He huffed, remembering back to the scars Blackstag had given him, the evident one marked across his décolletage.

At his age, he now wonders why he ever trained with the older sibling, especially after the use of claws in training. Badgerscar knew he was desperate at that age, wanting to impress everyone around himself. Nowadays, Badgerscar only hopes to impress the leader and himself, not anyone or anything else as a matter of fact. "Ah yes, a pleasure to meet you, Mousepetal," He offered a small dip of his cranium out of respect and simply, natural charm. Badgerscar allowed a minuscule smile to cross his countenance as well, observing the smaller feline momentarily. He had done this constantly, observing others and identifying their persona and appearance to remember who they are visually and in general. "I can relate, friends aren't really my thing." He grumbled, not sure if that was good input to throw into the conversation, considering this could be a possible friend.

He didn't ever see himself making friends, as once he finds a mate, he will probably be a devoted family man, wanting to make the best of it as much as he could. His green visionaries fell into the depths of Mousepetal's, eyes like cinnamon cream, flecks the same shade as the woodland path he could walk to. The eyes that look back aren't the color of the volcanic ashes everyone here watches with, instead they are driftwood flecked with sand.  He felt as though the mademoiselle was one of fiery who had intentions on working through those outbursts. Badgerscar had sensed the fiery through her first statement, yielding slight sass within her tone. "May I ask, Mousepetal," He paused temporarily, raising his crania as he gazed forward, visage darkening, "What brings you out here?"

no one is actually dead,

until the ripples they caused in the world die away.

credit to nat of adoxography.

[Fae Magic]

Beauty is a joy that forever increases
It will never pass into nothingness

The other's response was not what she had expected coming from the large feline and it gave her a nice surprise. She was still learning about her clan and the cats within it that fell into three categories within her mind. The first being the good ones like herself. Those who had a kind heart, those who did not follow the mindset of the clan's standards, those underestimated and belittled for someone they could not control within their lives. Then there was the second category that was the middle ground. Duty-bound, honorable, and quiet ones that had a mind of their own but tiptoed on whether they follow the tradition of the clan or follow their hearts to happiness. Last, there was a dark side. Those were the ones like Blackstag who sought out power, possession, and borderline psycho for whatever reason they wanted just because they could and because they were arrogant enough to think they were the greatest. The more that Mousepetal listened to the behemoth's words the more she thought he fell into the second category but she couldn't be so sure. Shaking her head mentally at her thoughts as to not run away with her focus she returned her attention to the larger cat beside her.

A small smile graced her features when she heard that he too was a bit antisocial. A small huffing laugh escaped her as she rushed to comfort his seemingly sheepish feelings on the matter. Giving him a shrug she sat straight beside him and stared ahead of them with that same smile as she spoke up.

"That's alright, I've come to realize the cats of this clan are rather varied despite the traditions the clan holds. It's not uncommon for a lot of us to be antisocial. I was too but that was out of fear of making friends because I was bullied, I had a straight mind when it came to the cats of these clan but the more I grew the more cats I got to know and the more I realized this clan isn't as cold as it once was with every generation born." she replied as she looked out at the scenery around them.

She gave a small hum as she looked to the sky and squinted at the blue vast space above them. "You are the brother of Buckfur and Blackstag hmm? So, that would explain the size. I don't know why I hadn't even put the pieces together to figure that much out. I met both of your brothers. When I was an apprentice I went out on my own into the territory to check it out. A stupid idea I know especially for someone with no backbone and a weak spirit. I ran into Blackstag out there and I dunno, I guess I found the bravery to speak up to him; it didn't go over well. If it wasn't for Greywolf finding us in the woods I don't think I'd have survived your brother." she smirked at the memory and shook her head.

"Oh and Buckfur is sweet. He helped me with some of my training. He was the reason I met Cricketchirp when we were apprentices. We trained together." she looked up at him curiously. "Strangely, I never remember meeting you before but yet I knew your brothers." she commented with a shrug but put it off as her being too scared to make friends and him not thrilled on interaction. "It's hard to tell how old you are, I wasn't thrilled at interactions with others so if we by chance trained together I wouldn't have even realized it in all honesty." she mused giving the tom a once over.

"You'd think I wouldn't be able to have missed someone as large as you in the apprentice den." she offered that comment as a joke not wanting to offend the larger feline.

she was starting to warm up to the other as he seemed soft-spoken and acted very gentlemanly with the way he spoke. Standing to her paws she stretched out her dainty legs and gave a long arching bow of a stretch. Sighing at the crack her spine made she eased back up into position and looked up at the other with an inviting smile and a flick of her tail to invite him to follow her as she spoke and walked down the trail.

"To answer to your question kind sir," she began as she trotted down the path; head tilting over her shoulder to make sure he was following. "I came out here because I don't sleep, it's a bad habit I started when I was young. Or else I'd have been sleeping with the rest of them in camp during the day. But, I don't sleep. Too many bad memories haunting this small brain of mine. Anyway, I came out here because I was going to go hunting. Shadowchaser is a dear friend of mine and I was going to go hunting for him; to bring him something to eat when he woke up. Honestly, if it weren't for him I probably wouldn't have made it to becoming a warrior. Between him and my former mentor Starlingcry I managed to survive and grow at the same time. He crossed my mind a few times the past few days so I figured I'd send him a gift." she smiled at the thought of seeing her friend.

Looking once more over her shoulder she gave him a curious smile. "And what about yourself? What are you doing up during the day out here? Can't sleep either?" she asked curiously

939 word count Gemini
Silverburr Russet-Tail Ivoryrose poppypaw Tigerpaw Smudgenose PRIMROSEPETAL mousepaw rock pendulum

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[Gemini]

WORDS: 1149 |
TAG: Fae Magic with Mousepetal |
NOTES: --;-

Badgerscar swallowed thickly, finding himself thinking and drowning in his own thoughts. The moment of silence brought upon himself was his thoughts. What was he thinking about? Random things, but the first thought was love. He struggled to understand it, but he believed he knew the meaning of it. Love is being faithful. Yet there was always a plan B.  Neither in promise nor bodily presence, there is only one's love for another. Should one evaporate as water into the sky, that will remain true for all of their days. And so now, for the first time in one's life there are no plans at all because oneself must be free. Love must be free. So all plans stop. It is as if the soul has stopped the search it has been on for a time that feels like forever, as if it no longer sees nor seeks a path, yet sits on soft grass upon a gentle hill. In a way, when meeting someone, it can be so stunning. The soul had been alone so long it was almost unsettling to suddenly have company. To find or seek another would be condemning oneself to a lifetime in darkness, knowing full what he's hiding from. We can never go back can we? Once we have felt the real thing. It can become all so real and all so frustrating. It's all so painful. He wouldn't have it any other way, but it is worth it, or so, he's seen with others.

He wondered when his own time would come, when he would find love and have a family of his own. He wanted the best for them, and he hoped they'd be better than himself. Badgerscar exhaled softly, listening to the words of Mousepetal as she spoke. The charcoal and alabaster feline couldn't help but allow a small frown to cross his countenance, "I'm not a fan of bullies," He grumbled, knowing Blackstag was certainly one of those, "It's good you pay attention." He added, glancing toward the mademoiselle once more. He observed her features a second time, wanting to see through the damsel as transparent. He typically sees through others after a few times of talking to another, so he hopes this goes well. He figured he needed friends, but he just wasn't sure who was the right friend for him. He was picky, considering he's very antisocial and despises conversation, especially is the conversation isn't at least somewhat intellectual.

The warrior, Mousepetal appeared to be a bit like him, relating to her in a few ways. For being asocial, he found that the Molly sure does speak a lot once she gets going. Quite loquacious, or so he believed. Maybe he was just easy to talk to, but he could never be too sure about that. "Nothing normally goes over well when it comes to Blackstag," Badgerscar groaned, scoffing at his name, "If anyone's a bully, it is most definitely him." The behemoth tom grumbled, not a huge fan of the larger brute of a feline. Whilst younger, Badgerscar looked up to and admired Blackstag, but as he grew to realize what kind of cat he was, Badgerscar quit looking up to him and kind of just sees him as there. Of course, he gets along okay with the black tomcat, but he really wishes the feline would think to change.

Unfortunately, change isn't for everyone and he can only hope and pray to StarClan for change. Badgerscar's glimpsed toward Mousepetal, "Buckfur is certainly much more kind than Blackstag," He huffed, sighing softly before he continued to speak, "You probably didn't meet me because I wasn't in the apprentice den or around anyone often. I was working my rump off training like a crazed feline because I felt the need to impress everyone around me for some reason," He shrugged, shaking his crania as his gaze fell to his foundations, "As an apprentice I basically had two mentors, Redoak, my assigned mentor, and Blackstag, who I bugged to improve my battle techniques." He explained, ashamed that he ever insisted on help from Blackstag.

Badgerscar hadn't really told anyone this before, but he continued with the story, having a feeling that Mousepetal can keep a secret. Badgerscar wasn't about opening up to others, but he figured this would be a good start. "You see, when I was training, I would sneak to see Blackstag when Redoak was done with me and ask Blackstag for assistance. Blackstag had me do these training sessions with the use of claws. Most of my scars are actually from Blackstag, but no one knows that," He tilted his head back slightly, "Except, you, now, of course." He joked, offering a small chuckle and smile. For some reason, Badgerscar was letting his words escape with ease, not finding it hard to speak to the diminutive feline in the slightest. Maybe he had nothing to be intimidated by, considering this was a small molly, and possibly her persona kept the behemoth tomcat at ease from being unable to converse.

Thankfully, it was going well. He was actually conversing. Badgerscar's thoughts had been interrupted by the abrupt flick of Mousepetal's tassel, who had offered him to stroll alongside the mademoiselle. He leisurely rose his physique, extending his lengthy appendages in a stretch, following shortly after Mousepetal, at her right flank. Finally, his original inquiry had been answered as to why the she-cat came out here on her own. Badgerscar nodded to her words, as it wasn't too much of a shock. He knew of a few cats who struggled to sleep, and he, himself, was one of them. Badgerscar's auditories swiveled as Mousepetal mentioned Shadowchaser, NightClan's medicine cat. "Ah, yes, Shadowchaser," He smiled lightly, "He seems like a good friend, and he is obviously a great medicine cat as well." He commented, thinking of the medicine cat momentarily.

As the massive feline trekked alongside Mousepetal, he was questioned as well for the same thing. Badgerscar rolled his shoulders, "You see, I've always had trouble sleeping, ever since I was a kit. Redoak often caught me sneaking out into the territory to gaze at the stars or train on my own time. I was a wild apprentice at heart, just working my tail off until I passed out... that was me," He chuckled softly out of embarrassment, "Sometimes even now I still come out here to practice my skills and such, even if I don't really need to. I prefer to keep my skills honed and fresh." Badgerscar explained with a flick of his tassel. As they continued to walk, Badgerscar decided to speak up once more, "Do you stick to your warrior duties or do you find time for yourself sometimes as well?" He inquired, averting his gaze forward, "I try not to stress myself with the warrior duties too often, but otherwise I'm normally bored." 

no one is actually dead,

until the ripples they caused in the world die away.

credit to nat of adoxography.

[Fae Magic]

"People may give up on you but you must never give up on yourself." ~Mousepetal

Golden eyes turned towards the larger feline as he spoke. He didn't seem too keen on his brother Blackstag but not a lot of cats within the clan did so that didn't surprise her at all. The mention of Buckfur brought memories fluttering through her mind. Meeting him was the first time she began to think about the clan with an open mind. It was one thing to find young apprentices as herself back then that thought the same but it gave her a new perspective whenever she came to realize warriors too didn't fall into the category of the clan's tradition and their views. A thoughtful hum was all that came from the smaller grey and white feline as they walked; ears turned partly towards him as she listened to him speak. He was not a talkative fellow at first she came to realize but the more she spoke the more comfortable he became to share his own thoughts. It made Mousepetal happy that she was able to do that; it gave her a boost of self-confidence even now as a warrior she sometimes lacked.

The mention of his mentors and seeking help from his brother made the smaller of the two falter in her steps. Her head tilted down as she stared at her paws as they walked. She didn't speak for a moment until he had finished speaking himself and explaining his reasoning. She stopped and sat down again not caring where on earth they had stopped because she was too focused on turning her gaze towards him. Serious and intent they were as they stared at him unblinking. Taking a breath at last she opened her maw to speak. Her words were carefully measured because she didn't want to hurt his feelings or patronize him.

"Firstly, there is no need to be ashamed of asking your brother to help you with your training. You are younger than him and perhaps you didn't fully see the monster your brother is. I don't like him one bit and not a lot of cats within the clan do but that's beside the point. It's alright to ask for help. I learned that the hard way. Even if you asked the wrong person. Your brother is an excellent warrior but his ways of teaching and treating others are not something some of us see eye to eye but that just shows the age he was born into. There is no shame in asking your family for help in training especially if they expected greatness from you. I myself came from a family that was paired up to breed strong kits. I was the only kit born and I was small, weak, and had no spirit. I was named after the fragile and stupid creature that we hunt for food by my parents. I was looked down on and treated in a way that no cat should. I didn't have self-esteem and I didn't have hope for myself or the world around me. I gave up on myself before I even tried because that's how I was trained to think by my parents who were ashamed of them. I didn't start learning to gain confidence until I met my friends and my mentor Starlingcry. I met many who helped me on my journey to becoming something...no, they helped me become a better version of myself; to bring light to the person I truly am. There is no shame in what you went through. Black stag should feel shame but I know he doesn't, it's just not in his blood." she shrugged and looked away again as she stared down the path. Breathing out a sigh she continued on their path and walked a bit slower as she decided to turn their conversation back to a lighter topic.

"I have trouble sleeping as well. I wouldn't have imagined you to be a wild kit but looks can be rather deceiving I'm a testimony of that." she smiled slightly before looking over her shoulder up at him. "And to answer your question I tend to be by myself often enough. I do my duties and that's it. I don't talk much with others anymore. I have only recently been made a warrior you see so I'm still getting used to the change of pace. I was hoping to make some warrior friends and perhaps catch up with some of my friends from my apprenticeship but I haven't had the heart to want to bother them when they too are getting adjusted. I sometimes come out here to think and just end up hunting or patrolling on the way. I have the idle time of course." she shrugged to herself. Did she make herself seem boring or lazy as a warrior? What did he expect though? She wasn't a workaholic as she had been as an apprentice just to be able to survive and strengthen herself. She deserved a bit of a break. Her break included doing small things for her friends to show her appreciation.

Word Count: #845 || Tag: Gemini || Notes: sorry for the wait!

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[Gemini]

WORDS: 697 |
TAG: Fae Magic with Mousepetal |
NOTES: No worries! Always take your time!

The charcoal and alabaster tomcat's gaze flickered from one thing to the next, wandering more about this mademoiselle. Mousepetal wasn't like most, and it seemed, Badgerscar could somewhat relate to her. Usually, Badgerscar struggled to converse with others, but Mousepetal made those circumstances relatively simple for him. Instead of feeling tense and uncomfortable, he felt relieved and at ease talking with her. He wasn't much for small talk, so he was genuinely curious about Mousepetal, considering it appeared she liked to speak more than average. The feline preferred speaking to others who dominated the conversation, making it easier for him to have time to think about what to say next.

 Badgerscar's malachite visage averted to the trees above, the leaves had almost all fallen off, creating a sea of fiery colors that crunched beneath our feet. The bare skeletons of the trees shivered in the crisp, autumn breeze and a few dried up leaves rolled across the walkway like tumbleweeds. When he thought of leaf-fall he could smell the soft loamy earth air rendered damp by the sweet fall rains. In his mind's eye he watched the leaves tumble on their final dance with the wind that gusts and dies only to return again. He rose his head to the gathering clouds that obscure the sun with its reduced intensity. The alabaster clouds vibrant rather than a dark grey, which typically called for a rolling, violent storm.

In that moment of creation, of bringing new art to life, he is living the experience. His 'chair' was a damp earthen log half obscured by moss and lichen and in the foliage small mammals and birds skitter and hunt for their food. Sitting upon the log, he gazed across the vast abyss above. Cerulean in colors, voided of clouds in the day and stars in the night. To describe autumn is to be there in heart, body and soul. Perhaps that's why he pondered about it so often, just to experience it, be submerged in it, to walk the leaf strewn paths over again even in the depths of leaf-bare or scolding new-leaf heat. He enjoyed leaf-fall, for it's combination of varying temperatures. Leaf-fall was quite unpredictable, as they could be left in between the cold and warmth, or it could be utterly frigid in temperature.

Today was one of those bitter days, in which the numbing temperatures nipped at exposed skin, such as his scars. The leaf-fall breeze tousled Badgerscar's pelage and ruffled his cheeks. The warmth that had been in the wind just last week had either evaporated into the sky or leached into the earth. It gave life to the long grass at the side of the road, still yellowing from the high sun. The strands swayed out of time with the gusts brought on by the traffic of winds, a postage stamp echo of the forest he was beyond familiar with. "I am still ashamed about continuing with the process of Blackstag's training, considering he made me train with the use of my claws. I'm not sure if anyone knows that, but the majority of these scars are surely from him. I always find myself making up stories about how I earned my scars, too disappointed to say I've earned them from my brother. But as for you, I'm sorry you grew up like that," He frowned, visage narrowing out of concern, "I'm glad you have gotten better though, that's always a beautiful thing."

Badgerscar chuckled softly, offering a warm but petite smile as he began to speak once more. "Well, if you ever need anyone to talk to, I'm here," He stated, gazing forward as he dubiously removed them from Mousepetal, "I must admit, I'm not much of a socialist or conversationalist, but you're easy to talk to, so to be fair, come talk to me whenever you wish." Badgerscar offered, feeling strange about his own words. He'd never offered someone to converse with him whenever, but maybe he needed friends. This was a good start. 

no one is actually dead,

until the ripples they caused in the world die away.

credit to nat of adoxography.

[Fae Magic]

"People may give up on you but you must never give up on yourself." ~Mousepetal

A curious orb peeked over at him from the corner of her eye as he spoke; seemingly embarrassed to confess that he'd gone to his brother for help no matter how many times or how strong of a point the smaller feline spoke to him about the fact there was no shame. Mousepetal couldn't understand why he felt like that; perhaps it had something to do with his scars? This wasn't the first time he'd mentioned them. Eyes narrowed in a thoughtful gesture she turned to look at the world around them deep in thought.

"I will say it again Badgerscar, there is no shame in asking your family for help. That's something that I missed out on growing up; I didn't have any siblings and my parents didn't want me so I was a late bloomer when it came to asking for help. The scars that you have received are nothing to be ashamed of. They are a testimony of your skill and survival. Not only that but they are a daily reminder of how far you have come. If you feel so strongly against the scars you bare perhaps you need to change the focus on your attention when it comes to them. Yeah, they came from your brother. Maybe you think you are weak or something for receiving them. Instead of thinking negatively about how you got them to think of the strength, you carry because of them." she shrugged. "Just a thought...I've come a long way about putting myself down because that's just what I grew up with. It's easy to put yourself down when others do it for you, you just fall into that mindset. Maybe you should think differently about yourself if you have negative emotions about something you'd like to change about yourself. Anyways, that's enough of me preaching. I don't want you to feel bad about anything of that sort okay?" she turned to face him with a firm look on her face that shouldn't be on someone so young and small enough to pass as an apprentice.

The look quickly softened at the mention of friendship and communication. Mousepetal's ears fell back a little as she looked away almost shyly as she replied with a thoughtful and kind tone "That's sweet, thank you. I'll definitely do that. Perhaps we can go hunting together sometime? It seems we both are alike in mind and could use the company." she offered as she looked back at him.

"But until then...would you like to help me find some feathers or something to bring back to camp for Shadowchaser? or the kits in the nursery? I know with Leaf-fall it's rather cold...I don't want anyone to be cold sleeping or feel uncomfortable with a draft coming in from the chill of the wind." she offered.

Word Count: #474 || Tag: Gemini || Notes: sorry for the lateness!

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[Gemini]

WORDS: 515 |
TAG: Fae Magic with Mousepetal |
NOTES: No worries! 

There was quite a few things Badgerscar wanted to accomplish in life, one major one being that he is happy with someone who can love and support him. Of course, he wishes to be a successful training with constant honing of technique, but he deems happiness the most important key to life. Badgerscar intends on doing what makes him happy, going wherever his heart leads him. It made him mentally chuckle at how he previously admired Blackstag, now abhorred by him. The charcoal and alabaster feline attempted to accumulate his thoughts, which were corrupted when Mousepetal became rigorous with her tone.

Slightly taken aback, he slowly blinked his forest-green penetrating gander. The herculean tom's physique tensed when the diminutive mademoiselle went off for being ashamed of himself. Upon listening, his auditories flattened against his crown, whiskers twitching. Badgerscar sheepishly pressed his tufted foundations into the terra firma, averting his vision to the soil beneath his toes. A lump formed in his gullet, swallowing thickly when his clanmate finished vocalizing her thoughts. Sheesh, I wasn't prepared for all of that... I should be wiser than this.

Badgerscar sat in silence for a moment, allowing Mousepetal to go all out. He found the damsel impressively clever and empathetic, quite wise for her age. Badgerscar found that as a mature trait, intrigued that she can hold a conversation and go into the depths of it. Deep conversations were better off heard toward Badgerscar, finding a place in his brain. Badgerscar practically forgets small conversations, feeling they have no important meaning or lesson. "You mustn't like self-criticism or discouragement," He teased, caudal appendage flicking toward the smaller feline. "The way you think of things is wonderful. You're optimistic nature is a beautiful thing. I hear your message, I will be more careful with my thoughts." Badgerscar grimaced, gazing at her. 

The behemoth, muscular tomcat hoisted himself to his legs, muscles rippling beneath his pelage as he extended his frontal legs in a stretch. He turned back toward Mousepetal, "I will make a mouse-brain out of myself if we hunt together, but maybe you can teach me something. I made out to be a warrior for my combat skills, while I'm not so much blessed when it comes to hunting." The tomcat wished that hunting was as easy as swallowing a minnow. Unfortunately, for him, that was not the case. Badgerscar figured he'd always excel in combat and never learn a thing about hunting. It was his large size and clumsiness when it came to hunting.

Badgerscar began to ambulate forward, his tail whimsically brushing past Mousepetal's right flank, "Shall we then?" He inquired, his charm beginning to peer from the depths of Badgerscar. "How many feathers do you think we will need?" The tomcat questioned, moving forward in a sluggish demeanor. Badgerscar didn't maneuver very gracefully, as he had massive paws and mass in general. His movement wasn't slow, but well-paced and low-shouldered. 

no one is actually dead,

until the ripples they caused in the world die away.

credit to nat of adoxography.

[Fae Magic]

"People may give up on you but you must never give up on yourself." ~Mousepetal

Her words seemed to reach him as his teasing reply reached her ears. A flush came over her at his joking praise; granted it was joking but it was still a compliment and she'd take it. No one complimented her before she was inwardly beamed with pride that she could at least be heard and heeded. A smile tugged at her mouth at his words as she looked away afraid she'd say something stupid in his face. Clearing her throat she nodded her head without looking at him.

"I'm glad to hear that, I didn't mean to bombard you like that but I do care for my clan mates even if some of them are mean. You of course aren't one of those...I haven't had the chance to express my thoughts about such things to others without some harsh remark...no one listens to me." she shook her head again at the thought but decided it would best to leave that part of the conversation behind them and move onto something more on a happier topic.

His comment about his lack of hunting ability gave her pause and she looked over at him and then studied his form and frame with a thoughtful expression before giving him a bemused nod. "You're right, your just so big...with those paws I'm sure you'd just scare away all the prey with your thundering paw steps." she said in a serious matter. But then when her eyes lifted to his there was a playful glint in them that expressed that she was joking and what she said was not meant to offend the larger feline.

"It's alright though, I can teach you! Hunting was my best trait in training. Because I'm so small I am rather light on my paws and pretty quick. My former mentor Starlingcry said so herself that I would be a great hunter when I am older because of my size if I could learn to keep my clumsiness in check. Thankfully, I outgrew that habit of tripping over my paws...well at least during hunting. I'm more focused when I set my mind to something." she turned and padded up onto a rock that gave her a few inches higher off the ground so that she could be a bit more to his eye level and grinned at him cheekily.

Lifting a paw she poked him on the nose "But if I teach you how to hunt you better return the favor and teach me some fighting moves." she looked away shyly. "Fighting was never my strong point. I can hold my own at best but I'd never been able to aid in a real battle. I'd be more of a distraction to protect than an asset to help honestly." she laughed sheepishly.

It was true though, she didn't do well with fighting or battle moves because although she was small and light on her paws that facture weighed heavy in the matter that an enemy could easily overpower her and shake her around like a ragdoll if she ever got in a real fight. She didn't have the strength or stamina most cats did. She was lightweight and easy to maneuver with her speed, but that also meant she was vulnerable if she ever got caught.

Sighing she hopped off the rock and looked towards the sky with a squinted expression. "How many feathers? I don't know honestly! I was thinking we could hunt for a bird and pluck its feathers to bring back, kill the bird for two stones. For decorations and food. Or we can forgo the feathers and just find something else to bring that would be able to work that's easier to collect?" she laughed looking over at him.

"What do you think?" she asked sitting down and idly licking a paw to wipe across her ear.

Word Count: #641 || Tag: Gemini || Notes: #They are so cute together lol

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[Gemini]

WORDS: 800 |
TAG: Fae Magic with Mousepetal |
NOTES: I agree! I love them >~<

Badgerscar's green hues observed Mousepetal, remaining upon the molly. The tom's vision almost seemed as if he was stuck, keeping his gaze upon the opposing NightClanner. Those green eyes, the kind of green that pushed its way through the piles of gritty snow to remind oneself that spring was coming. The kind of green that budded on the prisoners of winter, bringing life back to their branches. That churning, passionate green that the ocean turns during a storm. That color of the forest after it rains. The colors of the tadpoles making ripples in the pond. That green color that brings hope and life no matter what has happened. And looking into those eyes, anyone could see it. His visionaries provided many perspectives.

Relief had cascaded down over him, finally not mulling over his past experiences. Mousepetal was leading the young warrior to recognize his scars weren't a terrible thing, despite being earned by his older brother, Blackstag. She guided him to see that they could represent his strength during combat. Badgerscar's gaze focused primarily upon Mousepetal, unable to tear his vision from the amiable she-cat. Her eyes were the color of milk chocolate edged with a deep forest-green. Sometimes the two colors seemed to swirl together like moss creeping over rich soil. And when she smiled both colors ignited with a glow dazzling him with the warmth of the deep brown and the lax darker specks dancing around its edge.

The chill autumn wind raced through the avenues, brittle leaves whorled into frenzied tornadoes. Gold, scarlet and deep brown were summoned for transitory dances before being deposited once more within camp. He felt the numbing breeze ni[ping at his exposed skin, huffing softly through his nostrils. The bitter temperature was unpleasant, clearly not favored by the herculean tomcat. Despite his size, he struggled to maintain body heat during the colder seasons.  "Well, I'm glad I listen," He dipped his crania out of respect for the opposing warrior, "You helped me realize that my scars don't necessarily mean the worst, and I appreciate that. Thank you, Mousepetal." He mewed, feeling illumined.

Badgerscar couldn't help but chuckle sheepishly when Mousepetal mentioned his large digits. Badgerscar raised one of his foundations, "Yeah, they are pretty big," He grinned cheekily, visionaries closed,  "As an apprentice, I was always stumbling over these things, so you're right. I do scare prey away. Considering I never really got the hang of hunting, my mentor was quick to establish that combat was more my suite of things." The tom admitted, caudal appendage coiling before his frontal appendages.

"That makes sense. I do have a feeling smaller cats excel in hunting, with their low mass and agility." He hoped that wasn't offending, as that was the last thing he wanted to do. With the conversation going so smoothly, he'd hate to mess it up which is why Badgerscar typically avoided conversing with his clanmates. As Mousepetal continued on, Badgerscar's gaze trailed after her, watching as she placed herself upon a rock to meet Badgerscar's eyes. Badgerscar nodded slowly, gregarious with Mousepetal's presence. "I'm glad you outgrew tripping over your paws...I still haven't when it comes to hunting." He joked, a smile creeping upon his maw once more.

Badgerscar never really smiled, astonished by his own attitude. Badgerscar was more stoic, not content with expressing his feelings and emotions. For once, he felt free from his thoughts, able to speak to Mousepetal with such ease. Badgerscar normally cared for doing business, keeping conversation to a minimum. When he was bopped gently on the nose, he glanced away for a moment, ears flushed. "It'll be like having my own little apprentice," The tom taunted whimsically, nudging her lightly with his shoulder, "I can teach you some things."

Badgerscar mind wondered, as usual. He began to ponder what having an apprentice will truly be like, excited for the experience, though, he didn't express it. Badgerscar was looking forward to training his first apprentice, hoping for a challenging apprentice to get along with. The tom didn't want it to be easy, as he felt like he couldn't learn much from an easy apprentice. Badgerscar hoped for someone snarky, wanting to guide them for the better. "I say we take out a bird or two, and maybe try to find some moss or something for bedding. There's quite a few options, I'm sure you and I can figure it out."

The behemoth tomcat began to advance forward, flicking Mousepetal's chest with his tail as he moved forward. "Onward, Mousepetal." He mused, glancing over his shoulder with a welcoming grin. "What first? Birds, moss? Anything else?" He inquired, raising his crania toward the vast abyss above.

no one is actually dead,

until the ripples they caused in the world die away.

credit to nat of adoxography.

[Fae Magic]

"People may give up on you but you must never give up on yourself." ~Mousepetal

A soft smile graced her features as she looked away with an almost bashful feeling in her chest. She couldn't believe talking to someone could make her so happy. Usually her conversations, few as they were, contained nothing but either sadness or nostalgia and they always ended with such a sad or awkward note. Today though, it held something new and different. Mousepetal couldn't help but cling to that little bloom of warmth inside of her chest that her interactions thus far with Badgerscar brought her. She was so happy that she could find someone so easy to talk to and well-simply put, someone that made her feel normal. With a chaste smile of her own, the smaller spotted warrior allowed her side to brush up against his fur as she walked beside him as she spoke.

"And here I thought my apprentice days were well behind me. That's alright though, everyone could use some improvement somewhere in their lives." she agreed with a bounce in her step as she looked up at the falling leaves above them that fell from the naked trees as they blew in the wind that sent a small shiver down her spine; she wasn't too keen on the change of weather. She liked it well enough but with the cold came colder nights still and her smaller frame did not do well with the cold.

"That'd be a good idea, kill two birds with one stone. I like that idea. But, until then let's look for something soft or something that can be used for insolation for our nests!" she chirped up as she looked around with squinted eyes. "Until we find a bird of course. Moss wouldn't be growing to a pretty green as it would in New-Leaf so if we got moss it'd be all scraggly and brown; it wouldn't be good to lay it among the nests. Buuuut, it won't hurt to look into maybe some leaves or something maybe? We don't have many options since it's gotten colder." she made a funny face as she wracked her brain for some ideas.

"Yeah, your right. Maybe hunting will be a better option. We can bring back food for the clan and be able to get some of the fur or feathers to line the nests with." she nodded and looked up at the larger feline with an inquisitive look as if asking 'what do you think?'

Her eyes looked towards the other's thoughtfully before she looked away subconsciously her ears falling back a little. Was she rambling a little too much? She didn't want to scare him off by her loud mouth. She was not used to having easy conversation with another so that fact that her mouth had no filter...that she could be silly and say what came to mind first without judgement wasn't something that young warrior was used to so she clamped her jaws shut with an audible click. Shooting Badgerscar a quick glance that reflected her emberassment the smaller, lighter warrior picked up her pace to go ahead of him so that she didn't have to see his reaction to her waggling tongue.  She finally stopped walking to pause beneath a large tree that had most of it's branches still attached to it's branches. Her head raised to look up at the large tree and smiled slightly as seh saw random leaves falling here and there lightly to the ground. Her keen orbs following the movement. One leave that she had not seen fall drifted lazily down to the ground and onto her head; partly falling into her eyes and blocking her vision. 

"Hey!" she huffed raising a dainty paw to snatch at the offending leaf. Giving a half smile as she watched the wind carry it through midair and away to join it's brethren elsewhere. She didn't realize that Badgerscar had stopped too until she met his gaze and froze a moment. One blink later and she was looking away again. Did he think her silly for her behavior? She had missed out a lot of her kithood and apprenticeship behavior traits. Being carefree, fun, and eager was not something she had been blessed to have experienced and although she was a warrior now she wanted to experience those things...to be happy for once in her life now that she knew that she'd made it this far. But what did others think about that? What did Badgerscar think about that? Her smile faded and she stared at the ground beneath her paws; unaware that her subconscious was making her head hang low and shoulders scrunched up to her head as if she was afraid of being yelled at or something, a habit that she didn't realized she hadn't outgrown in the face of judgement from others.

Word Count: #801 || Tag: Gemini || Notes: #too cute sorry for the wait!

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[Gemini]

WORDS: 828 |
TAG: Fae Magic with Mousepetal |
NOTES: So cuteeeee~

The young warrior felt his clanmate's diminutive, velutinous physique brush against his own, being taken aback by the sudden touch. Badgerscar hadn't been much of an affectinate tom, never sharing tongues with anyone. The tom knew how important most clanners deemed sharing tongues and physical affection was. For some strange reason, the tom wasn't big on the idea of affection, considering his impressive independence amongst himself. Badgerscar was once a tomcat full of energy and joy, though now, as he aged, the tom was only becoming more despondent and reluctant with others, being a bit too asocial. Being asocial within a clan wasn't about impossible, seeing as communication was rather important.

Badgerscar was somewhat demurred by the moment, feeling sheepish. Yet, at the same time, for once, the physical feeling of Mousepetal's pelt brushing against his own hadn't bothered him in the slightest. Was this the start of a good friendship or something more? The behemoth tom glimpsed down at Mousepetal briskly, listening to her vocalizations that somehow brought him to ease. "I never really thought my apprentice days would ever be over," He shrugged, "Considering I have this must to continuously hone and improve my techniques and skills. And yes, you're right, everyone does need some improvement here and there. It will always happen as we grow anyway, whether we intend on change or not." The charcoal and alabaster feline murmured, remembering his endless joy during his apprenticeship.

Badgerscar's iridescent gaze shifted between the skeletal trees with minimal leaves to the bronze coloration within the terrain beneath his foundations. He stared at his paws as they strutted on, keeping close to Mousepetal's flank. Soon, the silence was awoken with more words voiced from his possible new friend. Badgerscar barely understood the concept of friendship, typically sticking to the side of his family members when aging. The only friends he technically had were his family. How melancholic it seemed, but Badgerscar was a bit too sedated to apprehend it. It may not appear on the outside to others, but genuinely, Badgerscar is happy where he is, despite his sluggish and placid demeanor he carries upon himself.

Muscular appendages carried his mass toward their destination, wherever they were headed. He was more so content on following Mousepetal's lead, considering he figured she knew more about what they were doing. "It'll be hard to find nice leaves, considering the majority are becoming brown and crunchy, which could be annoying to sleep with. However, there are still leaves falling that are more alive than brown leaves. Any leaves that are yellow, red, orange, or by chance, green, we could probably use. They typically have more life left than those crispy leaves." He explained, a small smile caressing his mandibles, gazing over Mousepetal a few times.

Badgerscar breathed out, a soft sigh escaping his maw. "I suppose the birds do provide more than one thing. The more the merrier. With taking out prey, it provides us both a meal and bedding which is nice. Less work, maybe. Not sure," He chuckled softly, "I mean, I am terrible at hunting, so it might be more work for you, Mousepetal." He joked, gently putting his embodiment into the smaller feline's flank as they walked side by side. "Unless for some reason, I get lucky. I suppose we will find out." The tom was thoroughly enjoying Mousepetal's company, surprised by his own feelings with the circumstances. He hadn't ever been keen on or interested helping others, as he didn't like to get himself into things unless it was improving his skills. 

After minutes of ambulating forward, he noticed a leaf had pirouetted toward Mousepetal, placing itself on the molly's crown. He couldn't help but chuckle, listening to her irked vocalizations. Badgerscar watched as the leaf was picked up by a zephyr, carrying the foliage elsewhere, as it obviously didn't belong on the crania of his clanmate. He believed the leaves belonged to the trees, wishing that Leafbare would come and go, though, that wouldn't be the case. Badgerscar found leafbare as a time of despair, illnesses, scarcity, and the numbing temperatures. He despised leafbare, thinking it was a disgrace to the rest of the seasons. Abruptly, the two were halted, now standing before his clanmate, Mousepetal.

The tattered, young tomcat noticed Mousepetal's crania began to fall, appearing dispirited and perturbed by something. Perhaps her ponders? Badgerscar felt his mind could be an endless trap on occasions, so maybe Mousepetal was just thinking. Thinking too much, for sure. "Mousepetal?" He voiced, vocalizations filled with concern, alongside his glistening luminaries. "You're thinking too much," He offered a gentle smile, visionaries illuminating as he gazed into her umber ones. "What's going through your mind?" He suddenly inquired, bewildered by his own concern for Mousepetal. Jee, who knew I could be worried.

no one is actually dead,

until the ripples they caused in the world die away.

credit to nat of adoxography.

[Fae Magic]

"People may give up on you but you must never give up on yourself." ~Mousepetal

The leaves filtering through the air to land at her paws did not yield any answers to what they could find besides prey to catch to bring back materials for the clan but the more she thought about it the more she had no ideas besides prey. Shrugging her shoulders she figured it'd be fine. Besides, all she wanted was more time to hang out with her new friend. It was funning to say that she actually had a friend besides those that she grew up within the apprentice den with. But, she actually kind of liked it. If she didn't screw it up anyway with all her jibbering and talking. Her thoughts must have been written all over her features because Badgerscar broke through her thoughts. Mousepetal looked up startled to peer into his matching golden orbs lost for words for a good minute. Should she talk to him about her thoughts or would it be too soon to say what's on her mind? His gentle smile on his face was encouraging and his voice was soft when he asked if she was alright. He was actually wanting to listen to her? The hesitation on her face spoke volumes of her uncertainty of what others would think of her thoughts. Badgerscar didn't seem the type of just say things to make others happy though. She smiled slightly at him and nodded slowly as she gathered her thoughts.

"I'm sorry." she sighed taking a breath and relaxing her shoulders so she wasn't so scrunched up. "I grew up with no one listening to me, with no one wanting to be my friend because I wasn't what a traditional Night Clanner should be. Because of that, I missed out on a lot of the normal behavioral growing up that I should have had. I didn't have anyone to play with as a kit so I didn't have the proper social interactions that I should have had. Long story short, all that is just me saying that I don't know how to be normal...and when I try to be myself whatever that maybe, I get insecure of people judging me. I'm a warrior who sometimes acts like a kit; my brian mentality probably is a good several moons younger than my body age." she sighed looking up at him.

"I expect judgment over my behavior so I don't act or speak much to others..And well I like you Badgerscar, your my closest friend I've made and it's so easy to talk to you and hang out I was just...I dunno, I'm scared that the more you get to know me the less you'll want to be around me because I'm not what you thought I'd be." she confessed looking back down at her paws; nervously poking and shredding a few leaves on the ground by her paws with a claw.

Mousepetal had missed out on a lot growing up and although she made a few friends during her apprentice age she did not know them as well as she'd like to think. She hadn't emotionally opened up to them as much as she'd have liked because of her fear of judgement and isolation. Now that she knew what a real friend was like she was more scared of being rejected all over again.

Word Count: #554 || Tag: Gemini || Notes: It's a bit short, I'm sorry! 

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[Gemini]

WORDS: 515 |
TAG: Fae Magic with Mousepetal |
NOTES: --;-

The tom's vibrant malachite visage didn't waver from his new friend, unfaltering until the molly would feel relieved. He didn't enjoy the ill tension he felt when he noticed the damsel's crania was drooped and sluggish. Badgerscar didn't particularly enjoy seeing ones he cared for upset, as it made him feel upset to the stomach or angry if something had happened to them. The tom wouldn't mind letting violence loose if needed to protect someone he cared for. Sure, he just met Mousepetal, but if she needed his assistance, he'd be there by her side. By hearing what she's gone through, Badgerscar's intuition told him she was a keeper for a first, true friend. He had a feeling this friendship would blossom well.

Badgerscar hoped his first friend would be the one to stick around through it all, being there since the beginning to the end. Even if he didn't have other extremely close friends, he wished for at least one to stay by his side. There was no way of telling, but Mousepetal appeared to be a perfect friend. She seems like the type who can guide Badgerscar to express himself more and reveal who he truly is. The charcoal and alabaster bachelor isn't quite done growing into himself, as it could take moons for this unpredictable feline. Too many vivid thoughts mashed into his crania that he can't put them into words even if he wanted to. Upon his friend's vocals, his gaze softened, a soft smile crossing his countenance as he listened.

Once she had finished speaking, Badgerscar nodded, inching closer to the bachelorette to comfort her. He pressed his larger frame gently into her own diminutive one, completely towering over the opposing warrior. His gentle vision averted downwards toward her as he moved closer, his ears shoved forward, "Well, I can sort of relate," He swallowed thickly, "I was always an awkward kit so I never had friends other than my siblings growing up. So instead of attempting socializations, I prefer loneliness." He rolled his shoulders, "But, I think it's about time I start opening myself up more. With you around, I feel like it'll just get easier and I'm thankful for that." Badgerscar's auditories flickered, closing his eyes momentarily in ponder.

"But with everything you've explained to me, it seems you've grown up worse, judged for your petite size and whatnot. I truly think the whole strong-blood thing is ridiculous and pathetic. There are multiple forms of strength, even if some of us don't have it physically." He huffed, clearly annoyed by the idea of cats breeding for the strongest of cats. Power is nice, but it's not above everything else. Badgerscar exhaled softly, "With that being said, you don't have to worry about being judged. You can be you around me. I want you to be able to do that." He nudged her whimsically with a shoulder, wrapping his tassel around her in a friendly way. 

no one is actually dead,

until the ripples they caused in the world die away.

credit to nat of adoxography.