WindClan Clearing

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

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WHITERABBIT . 21 MOONS . SHE/HER . WINDCLAN

It's getting to be that time where even a brisk run can't warm her up for long, so Whiterabbit's sat herself down in an anemic sunny spot with high hopes that it'll do the rest for her. Coarse white coat bristled against the chill, sleepy eyes narrowed, almost-shut. If she doesn't focus on it she might even be able to sneak a nap on out here...only, that thought by its own all but guarantees she'll get no such satisfaction. Guh! Whiterabbit groans her irritation into a big, theatrical yawn and flops onto her side in defeat, docked tail and wiry limbs packed in all neat.

Maybe in a little bit, she'll hunt for Quailpaw. Or maybe she'll excuse herself out to the Sky Glade for...for no reason. Or maybe she'll eat, or go for another run, or, ororor—

Ah. But that's a lot of maybes to consider. So many maybes it hurts. Maaaaybe that means laying here is her best option, since it's the thing she's already doing. Look at that: swift and decisive problem-solving. Go, her.

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EGRETKIT
she/her . 2 moons . dark brown and lilac tabby with dappling with cream markings and blue eyes
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egretkit is pleased when her cousin doesn't shuffle away, instead allowing her to sit closer to her for warmth. and answering more of her questions. gosh, cardinalkit is as smart as the big cats in the clan! which is crazy, because she's a baby, like herself. according to her cousin, cardi, all the seasons are equally as long. leafbare just feels longer. also, her papa is part snow, by the sounds of it. so is strawbs and cardi. this is a lot of information for her brain to process!

"oh," the kit simply says. "that's awesome! maybe you, your papa, and strawbs can all go out when you're old enough, and catch like..a ga-billion prey! but I want snowy fur, too! d'you think mine'll change?" a silly question, but she doesn't know that her fur can't change. though, if it could, that'd be cool. if she had snowy fur like cardinalkit, her papa, and strawberrykit ..well, she wouldn't look much like her own mama and papa. which would be pretty sad. "wait, no! I know! I could just cover myself in snow, like a, um..a...uhmm..oh! dis-keyes." she reasons, unaware of her horrible pronunciation.

onto the next question cardinalkit answers. which, she giggles at simply because of the silly nickname she gave firesis. her eyes widen at her cousin's suggestion, nodding rapidly. "yeah! that'd be, like..uh.." she pauses as she combines her litter with cardinalkit's, "a lot of apprentices! they wouldn't even need big cats to go hunt anymore, that's how many!" sorry papa and uncle crows, you'll have to retire. new wave of totally awesome unstoppable hunters coming through!

"I think if we just say please, miss twillystar will say yes!" egretkit offers. based on her single interaction with the leader, she considers miss twillystar her best friend, so of course she'll say yes.

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[MangoBearGoGrr]

Sweet paw. Fernpaw. Waterfall. Blacksky. Pumpkinseed all lounged

[FrumpyFoxtail]

Originally Posted by Diamondfur

"yes pls they are really bothering me." owlclaw mews

KestralPaw
| 7 moons | Mildly fluffy auburn Mackerel tabby, bright green eyes |

KestralPaw watched as her mentor huffed in amusement and walked off,leaving her here to pick ticks off an elder with mouse bile.

"alright Owlclaw, I'm gonna get some bile..I'll be right back" she promised, her tail raising as she walked off toward the medicine den.

As she had promised, she came back, a small chunk of wet moss hanging cautiously in her jaws, when she reached the elder she sat, placing the moss down eyeing his fur, a tick crawled and she rubbed some bile on it, her nose scrunching at the smell.

[Diamondfur]

Originally Posted by FrumpyFoxtail

KestralPaw
| 7 moons | Mildly fluffy auburn Mackerel tabby, bright green eyes |

KestralPaw watched as her mentor huffed in amusement and walked off,leaving her here to pick ticks off an elder with mouse bile.

"alright Owlclaw, I'm gonna get some bile..I'll be right back" she promised, her tail raising as she walked off toward the medicine den.

As she had promised, she came back, a small chunk of wet moss hanging cautiously in her jaws, when she reached the elder she sat, placing the moss down eyeing his fur, a tick crawled and she rubbed some bile on it, her nose scrunching at the smell.

"alright thanks." Owlclaw mews