[Rudie]

 

Originally Posted by nyme

SOMETIMES MY MIND DON'T SHAKE AND SHIFT
BUT MOST OF THE TIME IT DOES

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WHITERABBIT . 26 MOONS . SHE/HER . WINDCLAN
LUCKY DUCK T2

Okayokayokayokay fine. The last gathering had been pretty fun, and Whiterabbit's ready to beat this dead horse until she's given a reason to go back to spending these nights happily asleep. Bleary-eyed she trudges in with her clanmates, gaze too focused on the cats seated within reach for her to notice the recent changes sat any higher. There's a mean, mean part of her that wants to hunt down Sigh...uh, Silent...whoever it was that she'd been harassing last time, but that's effort she doesn't have in her right now.

Whiterabbit finds enough unclaimed sand to set herself down in and tries reeeeaally hard to focus on how cool and fun this might end up being (again). Not on how she wishes she could have dragged her nice, soft, fur-lined nest along. A divot in the sand will do for now.

[ OPEN ]

- Ploversnap -

She/ Her / 38 moons / Riverclan warrior
Purrks: N/A

She would just hope for the other clans to finally promise peace to Riverclan, but it still remains a mystery that must be unfold in a matter of time. The Riverclan warrior splits and leads her own way from the crowd of her clanmates and looks around for possibly anyone to merrily start a conversation with. But with whom? Shadowclan cats are a bit of a risk due to obvious controversies from earlier, the relations with Thunderclan is also too tense to get along. Windclan? At least Windclan would be worth a try.

Daring, seafoam eyes analyze around the crowd of cats from all clans, and paused with a short, unnoticed stare at a Windclan warrior, who sits around in such dreadful solitude that she herself couldn’t hold a tear against… Okay, maybe it isn’t that dreadful at all, and Whiterabbit doesn’t mind the lonesomeness either as she’s fairly not that distant from the crowd. And why would she overreact over that irrelevant scenario? She lets out a teasing puff. No wonder, she was a bit of a joker back in her days, and her comedic self surely didn’t fade after all these moons.

She trots over to the Windclan warrior with a huge grin and sits near her without even thinking of asking for permission. Of course, she knows what she is currently doing – unless the high ranks would come and scold her over her “taunting” demeanor. She simply loves her personality. “Sooo….” Ploversnap starts off. “…Are you excited for the gathering?”