
April 17th, 2025, 04:35 PM
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Re: WindClan Clearing
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Originally Posted by versailles
EGRETPAW
she/her | 7 moons | dark brown and lilac tabby with dappling, cream markings and blue eyes
[ sticky pads ]
it's still cold as heck..!! however, it's getting warmer, and that's good enough for egretpaw. the snow's practically all gone, so she figures that must mean newspring-- wait, no. that's not right. what's it called again..?, she wonders, face scrunching up in concentration. new..something. well, anyway! the name doesn't matter, all she knows is that she's excited for the warmer months, because that means tons of flowers! maybe papa, gracks, and uncle crows could all go into the territory together sometime.
she'd say crowy but.. she hasn't seen him around in a bit. which is weird. he's always around.
brushing the thoughts away, blue eyes dance around the camp, searching for someone to talk to. within moments, she's on her paws and making a bee-like for a fellow apprentice - coldpaw, one of miss twillystar's kits! she does, in fact, look like miss twillystar, too, in egret's opinion. though, coldpaw always has her eyes closed. anywho,,oooops, she should probably speak up now! "hiya, coldpaw!!" she chirps, a wide grin on her maw as she attempts to bump her shoulder against the molly's in a friendly manner.
[ @Estelle ]
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Coldpaw
[ 7 moon | She / Her | Wc Tunneller Apprentice | Heightened Perception: Touch ]
Startle.
Coldpaw's fur spiked up at once, suddenly feeling an unfamiliar shoulder bump into hers and a voice piped up next to her ear. She looked absolutely shocked, skidding aside and angling her ears around as it was some perceived threat - there were always so many cats walking around the clearing, she didn't always feel them arrive; Egretpaw was one of the many the slipped past her not-so-tight defences and surprised her while in thought (she had been pondering whether she was hungry or not, and if she should ask someone to take her hunting. Maybe mumma).
But, back on topic. Coldpaw forced her fur flat, her cheeks puffing up just a little as she realised the show she must have made... How embarrassing. Her ears angled around, and her paws shuffled over the ground a little, suddenly self-conscious of where she was and what she looked like, while trying to pretend nothing ever happened.
"Hi,,,"
She began to speak.
"Erm. You're...? Ah, uhm."
Oopsie daisies, she still couldn't tell apart her clanmates.
"Hi."
She just repeated, at a loss for words.
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