Wow. This is horrifying and terrifying and whatever fearful frightful synonyms you could throw in. Morningpaw was standing outside of Bumblestar's den. He really shouldn't be here bothering her with this. He didn't even have a solid reason to be here, he really didn't in no way shape or form like at all. His green eyes squinted as he tried to peer in and see if the queen bee was in her hive. Though he was because he needed this. Then his thoughts would stop raging so much about this or that. He needed to talk to her but it's only for his own gain in the end and that's exactly why he shouldn't even be doing this at all. But alas...he was. Morningpaw took a deep breath and held it for a few moments before releasing and stepping into the den.
"Bumblestar? You in? I need to talk to you if you aren't too busy, sorry for the interruption, I can totally come back later if you want."
It was becoming increasingly rare for apprentices to visit her in her den. Bumblestar wasn't really sure what the cause was, but if it got her some fleeting peace and quiet, she wasn't really going to complain. That being said, she wasn't too upset with baby visitors, either.
Morningpaw's voice reached her through light sleep, and with a yawn, she cracked an eye open before pushing herself up into a loaf. "Yeah. You need somethin'?"
She/her - 68 moons
Massive brown bengal molly with amber eyes
Anger still burned in Hawkcatcher's veins, far hotter than her temper usually got, but usually her clanmates didn't get murdered. Tail still lashing behind her and claws -though she had forced them to sheathe- itching to rip our the throat of whichever fox had done that, the massive warrior entered camp, at least making an effort to smooth down her bristling fur and mask her expression as not to worry anyone as she made a beeline for the leader's den.
"Bumbelstar. May I come in? I have something to report about."
Morningpaw slightly startled just barely as his leader’s voice broke the air which was incredibly silly. He called out and so she answered, that was plain common sense. The apprentice sighed slightly before instead of tumbling through his self loathing thoughts decided a better use of his and his leader’s time was to get to the point of this visit. His name. He took a moment to settle slightly awkwardly in front of the leader before opening his jaw to speak. Only to close it again. How does one go about this? This wasn’t a normal request was it? At least, not from an apprentice. But for his own mental sake he needed to ask.
“I- Well to be blunt, I hate my name. I have hated it, it’s never fit me, and I guess because of my disappearance all it does now is remind me of something that I’m not anymore. Whoever Morningkit was isn’t the same that feel that I am now. It’s just… weird and awful feeling to hear people call me it and to know that they think it, to call myself Morningpaw in my own head- I’m sorry, this is stupid. So stupid. It’s just a name? I don’t know why it gets me so upset like this?”
The 19-moon old apprentice was really getting tired of not having any training. Despite how much she didn't want to speak to other cats besides Lotuspaw - who seemed to vanish into thin air - but she needed to become a warrior. The scrawny tortoiseshell creeped over to Bumblestar's den, poking her head in before crawling inside. "um...Bumblestar? S-Sorry I-I don't want to bother you, I-I was just wondering i-if you could maybe train me?" she whispered, golden hues adjusting to the light of the den.
x ghostie is haunting this signature
Bean's favorite staff member Lillian was here
lio sneezed here (achoo)
you see crude graffiti... it spells "velli wuz here"
Rose caught the sickness (oh dear)
My Soul is in @/Ian's basement with some ice cream
"Pappa. Dad. DAD! DAD DAD DAD DAAAAAD!" Yes, that was a Kestrelpaw yelling unceremoniously into the leader's den. Nobody had yelled back at her yet, but she knew Mountaintalon had walked in here. Unless Mountaintalon had a doppelganger, which duh, was kinda impossible (unless Wrenpaw had arisen from the dead [note; this was Kes being sarcastic, she did not yet know that her sibling in fact, is dead, which would make this joke particularly dark]), and anyway Mountaintalon was so cool there was only kind of one of him. Her logic was sooo good not even... not even... okay, her brain had run out of cool thoughts to think of.
Huffing impatiently when there was no immediate reply, the mottled apprentice pawed at the ground. "I know you're in there! I saw you!" Ears pricked. Waiting. As if she'd instantly get a reply from her father. Come to think of it, she'd only seen... a grey blur. And from the corner of her eye. But hey! She knew grey blurs! Kinda! It was just like dad! Almost always just at the edges of her vision. He was playing hide-and-seek with her, that's right. Well, sucks to be him, she had him cornered this time!
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❝ Leaving them feeling betrayed.
Breaking the bonds that you've made. ❞
Wolfhive had barely been in the den for a heartbeat, before a familiar voice was screaming into the entrance. He looked back, scrunching his eyes against the light of the den mouth, and could barely.. . barely make out the shape of Kestrelpaw.
Not surprising, he guessed, but very confusing. ".. Why are you screaming dad in here??" Last he checked, Kestrelpaw wasn't his kid - and Bumba was a lady, sooo. "You need your eyes looked at, Kestrelpaw?" A genuine concern, because he didn't think anyone could mistake Mountaintalon and his grumpy ass.
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