THE WIND THAT TURNS THE TREES
MADE ME SWAY, MADE ME SWAY
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WHITERABBIT . 19 MOONS . SHE/HER . WINDCLAN QUEEN
Whiterabbit's out here tearing up a bird. She's eating that thing like she's afraid someone's gonna take it from her. It...it's a ridiculous mess, frankly. Maybe Maggotkit gets its grubbiness from its mom. She's got down stuck to her bloodied chin, a mess of feathers spread out between her forepaws, and she keeps turning the meal over like it's some kind of puzzle just to figure out how to eat the poor thing.
And she looks thrilled about it, of course. Just tickled with herself.
Tinybunny-He/Him(FtM)
19 Moons
base by catnap-s on DeviantArt, design by @/chickadee
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Tinybunny walked out of the warriors den with a sleepy yawn.
StarClan, he wished there was a ‘sleepy’ rank in the clan.
Well, he really didn’t, but it’s be nice about right now.
Soon, he noticed Whiterabbit eating.
Oh, he could eat with her!
He didn’t talk with her much now that she’s a mother. And he’s an uncle, how cool is that!
Well, actually, he knew the rules, he shouldn’t eat yet until he’s gone to hunt, but he could at least chat with her!
Tinybunny cheerfully made his way over, before plopping down meside his sister.
“Hiiiii Raaabbiiiiit!” He drew out the words in an excited manner “Hoooowww’s it goooiiiiin?”
THE WIND THAT TURNS THE TREES
MADE ME SWAY, MADE ME SWAY
── ⋅ ⋅ ── ❖ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──
WHITERABBIT . 19 MOONS . SHE/HER . WINDCLAN QUEEN
She flinches, and suddenly all that vicious glee has dried up. Whiterabbit blinks roundly at her brother, mouth full of her last bite, face decorated with gore. She's left feeling every bit as awkward as she looks. Hhhh...
It isn't that she dislikes Tinybunny. It isn't, not even remotely. But one would be right in guessing that she's been avoiding her brother as best she can for the past few moons (easy to do from inside the nursery), and one would even be right in guessing that it's for some shallow, mean, typical-of-Whiterabbit reason. In this instance, it's envy. Tinybunny has yet to go making any big, life-altering mistakes...that she's heard of, anyhow. And it's not some big crime to have your life together but Whiterabbit's pettiness is a beast beyond her control.
She wasn't going to hide from him forever, honest. Just until she was back in the warrior's den. Until they could go on patrols together, like they should have been this whole time, and she could pretend that that was all she'd ever been doing this whole time. Whiterabbit's ears twitch restlessly and, hasty, she lifts a paw to start scrubbing at her muzzle.
"Hey, 'bunny," she responds stiffly, eyes trained on the ground. In between feverish swipes at her mouth, she makes a few half-hearted attempts to scrape her mess together. "It's...it's going! You know. One way or another."
Starclan. What a lame response. What a non-answer. She's gotta think quick.
Tinybunny-He/Him
19 Moons
base by catnap-s on DeviantArt, design by @/chickadee
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“Shorter?” He replied to Whiterabbit’s sudden question curiously.
He wasn’t sure that was how height worked, but he gave himself the best once over he could.
“Maybe?”
Honestly, he had no idea, and he didn’t mind if he did.
Didn’t matter to him!
After another moment, he decided to continue the conversation along.
“Maybe you just got taller!” He chided.
Flowerpaw didn't want to disturb the silence. Then she finally spoke. "What....do y...you normallyd-do for fun"
| Snowybreeze | 28 Moons - WindClan Warrior
Heightened Perception [Smell] - Active | Rapid Recovery - Inactive | The Collector - Inactive | Not Skiddin' Around - Active
The silence between himself and the white she-cat lasted some time, with Snowybreeze closing his eyes as he readied for a nap. It was a nice day out for a snooze today, and he was certain no one would mind if he rested his paws after his morning patrol besides a clanmate. Of course, it didn't last, with Flowerpaw seemingly in a chatty mood. Despite his tiredness, the gentle giant lifted his head once more, staring at his companion questioningly. With her demotion, she must have been finding it hard to talk to others, especially if they kept bringing it up. Or maybe she was one of those rare cats that simply didn't know a lot of clanmates. He never fully understood how that happened. He was not the most talkative or social of cats himself - far too shy to walk up to others on most days - but he still knew everyone's names. Daily living surrounded by his clanmates ensured he at least recognized everyone by sight and scent.
Then again, his nose was much more sensitive than most cats'. To a fault. And if Flowerpaw was indeed the shy type that simply didn't usually interact with others, then who was he to shut her down when she was trying to make conversation? No no no, perish the thought. He would much rather comply. He could take a nap any other moment during the day, after all!
Silence followed the paw's words as Snowybreeze wrinkled his nose, deep in thought. Oh. Goodness. What did he do for fun? Truth be told, the Maine Coon mix didn't have much in terms of hobbies. He always worried that enjoying himself would not be to the benefit of the clan, and a struggling warrior like himself had to make every moment of every day count! But... he did have fun, didn't he? The patched tom always found at least some time to do something that took his mind away. That soothed his heart and made him... happy, right?
As realization dawned on him, his mouth opened in a silent oh. Of course. There had always been something he had always relished in. No matter his timid nature. One all his own... and another he'd eventually gained from his departed beloved. A small, fond smile lit up his soft features at the thought, gaze turning to his paws as his toes wiggled bashfully.
"Chatting. Or. Well... Listening. To others. Speak. Um. N-not. Oh. Goodness. Not. Eavesdropping. No. Never. That. But. Letting others. Tell me. About their days. Their. Grievances. Or. What made them. Happy. That day. It makes them. Happy. Or. Relieved. I. Like. Listening. To them. And sharing. In their. Burdens. Or. Their glees," the long furred giant whispered, voice low as he raised one massive paw and passed it over his ear, a nervous tick he'd always had when he felt he'd been speaking for too long before continuing.
"Also. Like. Going out. Scouring. For. Little. Treasures. To gift. Others. I. Am not. My taste. Isn't. The best. Though. So. I. Rarely find. Anything," he admitted, a small purr of embarrassed amusement escaping him.
Then, as swiftly as his amusement had begun, it stopped. Because goodness, he had... spoken too much. And about himself! He knew that Flowerpaw had asked, of course, but Snowybreeze wasn't really the type to like the attention on himself regardless of the situation. Well... unless there was a battle. Then he preferred the enemies attention on him, he supposed. He could take the hits. And he always seemed to heal fast enough, thank goodness. But... surely Flowerpaw wished to talk as well. He had just told her his likes and dislikes. Perhaps she wished to share as well? Curiously, the tom tilted his head in query. A silent question for the molly he currently shared the best sunning spot in the clearing with.
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Lightningstorm is WindClan's current medicine cat.
She has a semi-closed den policy.
Maggotkit shrieks with delight, toppling backward in a hurry to save its grasshopper-paws from becoming snacks. It lands harmlessly on its back and squirms for a bit, laughably reminiscient of its namesake until it can finally get its paws back under itself. Maggotkit huffs and puffs, boasting a giddy little smile. It likes it when older cats play.
"You ate them all!" It announces. Wouldn't want Houndhop to go in for seconds, so it makes it known that he's succeeded in eating up the not-grasshoppers. "Now they live in your belly. When you jump, they will too, so you...so you jump really big." Maggotkit explains. It feels as though Houndhop should be rewarded for playing along, so it declares that he now has a special power which is tooootally real and legit.
"You'll jump like this." It demonstrates this new boon by jumping for Houndhop. It's not a remarkable jump in any way, but Maggotkit seems to believe otherwise. "Like that, see? You can jump like that now. Do it."
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