27 moons ~ ThunderClan ~ she/her "and i'd rather be too loud than never speak at all"
All the golden she-cat had wanted was to snag herself a piece of prey. Her day had been incredibly tiring, what with all the patrolling and... patrolling again. For Skylark that was a lot of work. The sound of sobbing drew her attention as she crouched to select a plump looking mouse and she looked up to see Moonbay with tears streaking her muzzle. Sighing, she dropped the prey she had been so looking forward to and plopped herself down beside her, "So what's the story darlin'? Who or what's got you feeling so sad 'cause you tell me and I'll claw their ears off." With the state Moonbay was in she was only meaning it half as a joke. The venom in her tone overpowered any jokes that could be made about her size making it impossible for her to reach a fully grown warrior's ears. @Myling
He didn't notice her. Sprucejumper's mind was on his task, not really bothering to pay attention to his surroundings. Cats tended to leave him alone, and The Boulder always announced their arrival plenty loud for him to not need to watch out for it. There was a time when he would have been jumpy at the mere sounds of pawsteps getting close. A side effect of his younger moons. Of his time before joining the clan. When the pitter patter of paws meant a beating would be taking place as he was robbed of whatever food or shelter he had found for the night.
Long gone were those days, however, with the former kittypet spending most of his time in camp in a sort of stupor, only really allowing himself to focus whenever he was out hunting. Alone against a nature that had bruised and battered him until they had gained a mutual respect for each other. Or until he had learned to survive against it. Either narrative worked as far as he was concerned. And so he stood his ground here, in the corner where kits were known to sporadically come to play... otherwise a perfect place to lie in peace whenever he was done with his chores for the day. Alone to his knowledge until a voice spoke out to him.
Deadpanned emerald hues landed on a white and gray furred molly, closer to him in age than most of the warriors of the clan. Although perhaps he was slowly getting there. Inching ever closer to an age where he could almost be considered a grown up. The feline was not one known to him. Few were. His youth had been spent hiding in fear of the star worshipers, and his numbered moons as a warrior had been spent in almost complete isolation, leaving him little chance to get to know those who didn't approach him first. Who didn't bully their ways into his life. It wasn't all bad. The Boulder was a cat he would regularly deem far too loud and clingy, yet they had made their relationship work, and the young tom couldn't have asked for a better mentor or parental figure in his life. That was a singular case in his experience, though. The oddity in an otherwise quiet norm.
This she-cat seemed to be closer to him in her way of approaching conversation than his former mentor, however. True. She spoke more than he deemed necessary. Telling him she meant no intrusion and would keep to herself was just as easily conveyed by remaining quiet and not intruding. But... it was still an acceptable gesture, even within the confines of Sprucejumper's limited social scope. Who knew... perhaps she spoke not just for herself, but for the off white molly that seemed entranced with her every move judging by the narrowing of her eyes even as she kept by the entrance to the den.
"Grateful."
It was the only word he offered the ThunderClanner, but it was better than his original impulse to remain quiet. Having no more to say, he turned his attention back towards the den's wall, reinforcing it with a few sticks along the walls. He intended to place more foliage here. With the dipped, underground nature of the den, it provided for rougher walls at the bottom. Where kits were more likely to get injured. Not that he was doing this because he cared for any individual nursery dweller. Or collective of, come to think of it. He just preferred if his naps were not interrupted by the whimpering cries of an injured kit is all.
@Blaaze [Asterpaw] | @Rose [Kestrelpaw]
| No need to respond back if you don't want to, Rose! Just saw Kestrelpaw being a sneaky sneak and thought to mention you just in case. |
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Lightningstorm is WindClan's current medicine cat.
She has a semi-closed den policy.
°•○☆ TINYOWL ☆○•° very small pure-white tom freckled with gray - gray paws, tail, ears & eye circles
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the small tom sat in the clearing, using his gray paws to stack a pile of acorns he had collected from outside the warriors den. his little pink tongue stuck out in concentration and his tail flicked from side to side.
"oh c'mon now, ya dang acorns! get in a nice 'lil tower! up ya get, little 'corns!" he mewed out loud, trying very hard to do something other cats were sure to be very curious about. yes yes.
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Last edited by Aroogi; July 20th, 2024 at 06:43 PM.
Ravenpaw-She/Her
5 Moons
base by xutaes on DeviantArt
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Ravenpaw was sitting in the clearing, just thing.
She then saw a warrior doing something weird by their den.
Stacking acorns, and talking to themself.
How odd.
She should check what’s going on.
The small apprentice walked over and stood in front of the pile.
“What are you doing.” She questioned bluntly.
@Aroogi
[hope you don’t mind me throwing her at you!<3]
°•○☆ TINYOWL ☆○•° very small pure-white tom freckled with gray - gray paws, tail, ears & eye circles
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he looked up to see an apprentice standing over him. ignoring her rather blunt tone, the small tom would smile brightly, a purr rumbling in his throat.
"oh! hello there! i'm just doin' somethin' fun! would yous wanna join in with me?" the owlet's smile was infectious. he had been told as much before. his tail twitched to and fro, still smiling at ravenpaw, waiting patiently for her answer. ohhh it would be super duper fun if she joined his game! oh yes!
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Last edited by Aroogi; July 20th, 2024 at 07:00 PM.
°•○☆ TINYOWL ☆○•° very small pure-white tom freckled with gray - gray paws, tail, ears & eye circles
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his eyes brightened. this cat wanted to play his game! oh how fun! he would gesture to the acorn pile.
"so's the game goes like this. you try to stack your pile as high as you can gets it before it all falls. whoever's is higher when we both stops playin' wins!"
he purred. he explained that pretty well he thought. gazing at the cat again, he blinked. "so's.. would ya likes to play?"
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°•○☆ TINYOWL ☆○•° very small pure-white tom freckled with gray - gray paws, tail, ears & eye circles
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the tom flicked his tail in delight. taking half of his pile and pushing it towards her.
"annnnd go's!" he mewed, beginning to concentrate, tongue poking out of his muzzle. he grabbed an acorn and balanced it on another. he didn't mind if he won or lost to be frank. he was happy to have a cat to play his curious 'lil game with.
as he stacked, he would ask her a question. "sorry, i didn't gets your name before. mine's tinyowl, but yous can call me hoots!"
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