ThunderClan Clearing

[nyme]

IN A DREAM YOU SAW A WAY TO SURVIVE
AND YOU WERE FULL OF JOY

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GOLDENPAW . 6 MOONS . HE/SHE/THEY . THUNDERCLAN

"Ohh...feathernest...I've been meanin' to pad mine out with some stuff, just haven't decided what. Ma had hers, in the nursery, stuuuuffed with feathers 'n ferns 'n stuff...I'd've stolen some but she gave it up t'some other queen on her way out." Goldenpaw whisked his tail against the ground idly, seemingly for no other reason than a desire to fidget. "Guess I gotta go find my ownnnn bedding like a big cat.

Stormpaw mentions a Dawnpaw which is a name Goldenpw has certainly heard around—like any other name; clan life, etcetera—but he doesn't yet know who that is, and Stormpw seems excited about 'em, so it seems like a good topic of discussion. "Dawnpaw, who's that? Sibling? Other buddy a'yours?"

They'd keep the questions coming, only, something's—up. Alpinepaw has gone from merely quiet to something else, something that has Goldenpaw's mottled ears pricking in concern.

"Heyyyy uh, Alpinepaw, you good?" Cypresspaw sees it too. Goldenpaw watches him step in, sweeping his meal aside and hunkering down close to comfort the upset apprentice. They're charmed and relieved by the display in equal measure; Cypresspaw seems like a really good buddy to have around, and if he's known Alpinepaw for a while then that probably makes him the best cat here right now to provide comfort. Goldenpaw would have no trouble snuggling up to someone wigging out over something but they know that most panicked cats really really really don't want some stranger breathing on them like that.

"Is there anyone we need'a go get?" A mentor, maybe? Family? One of their medicine cats, even??

❊

"Flower day..." Some time later, Goldenpaw is sprawled across the ground, belly to the sky. She's a little hoarse and rickety sounding—courtesy of a lingering, weather-induced cough; dang apprentice's den collapse!—and hasn't been very attentive at the moment. Frankly, she wants a nap, but that's more of a body-want than a mind-want and she'd rather chew thorns than give up on her mind-wants just to sleep the day away. She already does that plenty when she's healthy.

The faint concern she's got right now is that the sleep-monster might come back if she's sick. The last time she'd met it, Goldenpaw had been sicker than ever—feeling under the weather again just seems like an awful good way to lead it back to her.

So she just won't do that. Sleep can resume when she's healthy. It'll be fine.

Only, they just dozed right then. Whoops. Goldenpaw jerks, startling themself awake over nothing and rolling back the right way up to blink around the clearing. Uh. Is Flower Day still a thing, or had they nap-dreamed all of that? The mottled youth stretches up to his paws and shakes off, glancing around to find—

Oh, cool. Good. Great.

"Cypressstormbuddies hold up I'm comin'—gimme a sec," he rasps. "If you take all the good flowers I'll cry 'n cry 'n cry...nobody wants to see that. You better save some for Alpinepaw, too, if she shows up."

@Eucalyptuspaw ; CYPRESSPAW
@Highsnow of Matterhorn ; ALPINEPAW
@Rowan ; STORMPAW

[Bluest+r~]

Flowernose wandered in a circle and grumbled. " Hey, Hawkthorn? " She called to her mate. Hawkthorn's ears perked up and he padded over. " Yes, love? " He asked and licked her shoulder. Flowernose frowned. " My stomach feels funny. Like there's something kicking it. " She explained and sat down. Hawkthorn sat beside her and tilted his head. " Kicking? " He wondered and looked at his paws, thinking hard. Flowernose yawned. " I've only eaten a fat rabbit and drank some dew. " She muttered half to herself.

[OPEN to anyone that wants to talk to them!]

@Badwolf - Antpaw