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Windpaw
Fluffy patched tortoiseshell she-kit with blue and green heterochromia
She/Her | 8 Moons | + every 17th | WindClan Apprentice | Optimistic and calm
[30/100]

Purrks:
Dreamwalker [INACTIVE] • Bewitched (Can feel others’ pain physically) [Permanently Active] • Silver Tongue T1 [Permanently Active]

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Another moon, another Gathering! Windpaw wasn't particularly excited for this one, given all the weird events that had been going around. She tried to stay positive, she really did. But now that she isn't a kit anymore, now that she isn't naive, it really opened her eyes to the cruel world. Everything wasn't all sunshine and endless grassy plains anymore. She was mature enough to tell the difference between good and bad news.

With a slightly disheveled look, Windpaw sat amongst the rest of the cats at the gathering, tail curled over her back. She just wished she could stop seeing the bad in things anymore. She wanted so badly to be naive again, to be the young, foolish kit she once was. Being positive was getting harder and harder by the day, and she wasn't even sure why. Her training hadn't even been going good, and she had been trying to blame it on the weather, her mentors duties, her duties, and... Basically everything.

'Just give 'em a chance! We'll get right back to training in a couple o' days, no problem! I'm sure it's no big deal, plus, I get a tooooooon of free time, right?' She had said, a wide smile on her face. But she was beginning to feel something else about it. Like... What if her mentor had already given up on her? What if her energetic demeanour drew him away? What if he thought she was annoying?
Well. She'd never know.

{OPEN!}
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Orangeslice
Burnt ginger marbled cat with white markings and green eyes
Any/All (More preference towards He/Him) | ??? Moons | WindClan Warrior | Emotional, unstable, but positive
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Wobbling towards the Seastones on unsteady paws, Orangeslice cautiously eyed the OtherClanners that were there before WindClan. Thank the stars ShadowClan wasn't here already, though. It would have kinda been embarassing if WindClan were the last Clan to arrive.

Making sure she had the most pleasant of expressions plastered to her face, the scarred feline shouldered their way through the sea of cats and finally took a seat at a decently populated spot.

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