Blushing River

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All of the clan's beauty seems to source from this lovely feme. Even though she's clearly aged, her fur is long and perfect with subdued pale lining. Blushing River's eyes are bottomless and entrancing, you can tell what part of her she was named by many a season ago. Alongsides some younger queens, she has a perch on the rocks above, nested in shadows. The light of dusk makes her glow. She seems very peaceful, but lonely, even if she does bend her head to join in the gossip.
She's missing her lover, in twilight years.
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he Envy.
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The surviving feme of Fallow Mark's only mysterious litter before her mother and siblings succumbed to the dark winters.. As a wounded, scared blossom of a pup, Blushing was quiet and distant. But as the knife of her traumas was blunted and forgotten to age, cruel history no longer humbled Blushing River. Vain and teasing, the aqua eyed charm grew to bold and proud of her soft muted beauty, thrill and tease in every action.

But it was not enough. She sought an equal of charm and excitement, and for her that would be the recently grown Petrichor Smoke, a new hunter whom now accompanied her mentor's duties as one of them. Despite her independent, singular flow she was fixated by his warm pelt. Blushing was dragged by worries after him with every injury, teasing and playing, watching him more closely then her other mentor figures. She often faked a chasing attempt only to distract him from prey in hours of quiet in the woods where their endless converse filled the cold hollows of the forest with friendship.

Even if she was popular with friends on all sides; she never let the pack notice, fearing retribution and disapproval for her heritage and achievement, but her bond with the chaser shaped them both as they deepened into adulthood. Blushing's reservations about who she must be seen as could never quell the glint of her nest; decorated by feathers and mating gems, tradition of the ancient wolf clans that Petrichor Smoke had come from. Nor would her secretive nature keep her sleek furs from rounding with their pups.

Blushing River was incredibly nervous the first time she delivered a strange, pure white pup. She thought something had gone wrong until Visions identified his albinism. She fretted over Frozen River for days and took extra caution with him, perhaps inflating that ego of his with perception of importance. She was never quite as concerned with that, instead flauntier of such beauties. She taught them well how to care for their fur, and all of her pups carry hints of her decor. She braids Lavender Helmi and Soft Dream's hair whenever it is asked of her.

That said, the fight that went down between her and her first son when she'd discovered what he'd done is not something any onlooker could have easily forgotten.

She does not know anything of her mate's disloyalty, however it has never intervened in their relationship. Those are separate worlds that didn't need to collide despite moral obligation.

The maskings of her youth never quite left her. The couple were very happy to have one last litter in their old age, another pure white pup. They sung into the night. Days later, when all in the world was right for Blushing River, she fell asleep with her mate one afternoon with their newest daughter, and he did not rise with her when she nudged him awake that night.
Blushing River does not openly grieve, and neither did she when he died. She did not let it show, letting her face dry before letting Celestica know the fate of his beta. But she was heartbroken until able to follow him into the world after.