username: SkyWishes21
clan: BonfireClanname: Briarthorn
age: 2 years, 1 moon
gender: trans molly
prompt: "Do I like... roses?" Briarthorn stiffens at the question, straightening her posture and looking down at you. "That's a loaded question don't you think?"
You mew something about the roses tangled around her fur. She squints at you for a moment before realizing that you're new to the clan and relaxing, only just.
"They're a memorial for my mother, Roseclaw. She died weeks ago, shortly before you joined. I'm sure you've heard of her?"
It's hard not to. Everyone seems to have a tale about the legendary warrior. She fought like a lion, took down entire patrols on her lonesome, and saved the entire clan from a wildfire! What's not to love about the hero of BonfireClan?
You say as much and Briarthorn scoffs, rolls her eyes. "Don't make me laugh. You weren't raised by her."
Oh whoops, you really stepped in it there huh. You pause, trying to decide whether to say anything else, when Briarthorn starts to speak again.
"She was a strict queen, you know. I was supposed to be her heir, better in every way. She picked the strongest mate out of all the candidates and had me on a tight training schedule from when I was barely a few moons old all the way to my warrior ceremony." Her voice is thick with barely repressed rage. "She liked to brag about herself, about how many cats she maimed or killed for the good of the clan. I'm just sorry karma didn't catch up to her sooner."
Then why on earth is Briarthorn wearing the roses? She shrugs.
"She was my mother. I can be glad she's gone and miss her all the same. She made me strong. I can appreciate that. Besides," Briarthorn leans in closer, "In a vacuum, I like the flowers. I like how pretty they are and how well they can defend themselves. If I didn't have to think of my mother whenever I saw them, I think I'd adore them."
