Alpinepaw was sitting atop the Elders' Den for no reason. She watched her clanmates sharing tongues and enter and exit the dens. It was better spying on them than staring at the wall.
Creepingpaw's whiskers twitched as he could barely contain his snickers, his white chest swelling with pride after having successfully spooked Shockhoney. Truthfully, although he'd never admit it, he was glad to see Shockhoney since he hadn't seen her for awhile after their territory tour. The prank, in his eyes, was not only to get back at Shockhoney, but to greet her as his friend. His silvery pelt rippled with laughter before stifling himself after noticing her angered reaction, his amused expression gradually softened as he circled around her slightly, "Well, after Cattail Pond, I'd say we're even now." He retorted in a low, gravelly purr before raising a brow skeptically. Strange that she would even be in the Elder's Den at all, were the warriors given orders to help with the apprentice den?
Normally, he wouldn't care about hurting feelings or what not. But feeling a slight pang of concern that he has pushed it too far, Creepingpaw's black ears flattened against his striped head as took a deep breath as if to concede, "....Fine, I'll let you rub it in my face that I'm den-less." He mewed softly through his teeth before a slight grin crept on his face.
It seemed he had attracted quite a crowd. For once, the fur which cursed him throughout greenleaf came in handy as the smaller, thinner coated cats clustered around him in an attempt to glean body heat from his pelt. Stormpaw was being a pain in the tail momentarily, but Cypresspaw seemed to enjoy being bossy and nudged the other tom over to join their little gathering. As the two nudged in beside him he shivered slightly, their wet fur bringing a bit of chill to the inner layers of his coat, but he had made the offer and really had no choice but to follow through with it now.
Cypresspaw was definitely a bossy little thing, hassling Brindlepaw into licking Stormpaw, but had been helpful enough so he decided to let it pass with a somewhat irritable grunt. He sniffed slightly as he began working on Stormpaw's head (someone needed a bath!), but was well enough able to squeeze some of the water out of the fur and onto the floor of the elders den with his long laps. And then Twistedpaw showed up, the little one who some wannabe hero had carried out of the apprentices den when they were already doing just fine.
His attention was drawn to her as she tapped her paws in front of him, pressing against his side and getting him to shiver again. How did all of these little cats hold so much water and chill within them? Maybe he had something to be grateful for in his size which sometimes made him feel unwieldily, seeing as it served as a good source of insulation. That would be his comeback next time someone got on him about eating too much, he was just making sure he wouldn't be cold come leafbare. Some paw waggling later he got to gist that Twistedpaw was trying to communicate with him. Problem was, he had no clue what the heck she was trying to say. Not wanting to sound like a complete fool he muttered Yep, that makes, uh, total sense. Mhm. In a very bad approximation of a response, and tried to give Twistedpaw a lick on the head. That oughta fulfill his social obligations. He hadn't actually considered that, having offered to warm cats up, he'd actually have to talk to them. @Estelle @Eucalyptuspaw @Rowan
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"Yo, Badgerpaw." Bumblestar stepped into the elders' den and over to her apprentice, reaching out to prod him in the shoulder with a forepaw. It was early, the sun hardly having crested the horizon, and she wanted to get a jump on training. "We're goin' out, get up."
Creepingpaw's whiskers twitched as he could barely contain his snickers, his white chest swelling with pride after having successfully spooked Shockhoney. Truthfully, although he'd never admit it, he was glad to see Shockhoney since he hadn't seen her for awhile after their territory tour. The prank, in his eyes, was not only to get back at Shockhoney, but to greet her as his friend. His silvery pelt rippled with laughter before stifling himself after noticing her angered reaction, his amused expression gradually softened as he circled around her slightly, "Well, after Cattail Pond, I'd say we're even now." He retorted in a low, gravelly purr before raising a brow skeptically. Strange that she would even be in the Elder's Den at all, were the warriors given orders to help with the apprentice den?
Normally, he wouldn't care about hurting feelings or what not. But feeling a slight pang of concern that he has pushed it too far, Creepingpaw's black ears flattened against his striped head as took a deep breath as if to concede, "....Fine, I'll let you rub it in my face that I'm den-less." He mewed softly through his teeth before a slight grin crept on his face.
Shockhoney glowered at her so-called friend as he snickered at her. She followed his movements, head turning as he circled her. He had an odd habit of doing that, actually, come to think of it. Why?
Her tail lowered and her fur lay flat as she turned with him, - because she didn't trust him enough currently after the stunt he'd just pulled to put her back to him - a frown marring her face. Though her annoyance dissipated slightly when he appeased to her with a half-apology. If it couldn't even be called that. "You are den-less." She huffed, not having let it go fully yet. "I came in here for you, but fine, since you'd clearly not want my company."
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Re: ThunderClan Elders' Den
[Antpaw] Apprentice|7 moons|Thunderclan
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Not only did the elder's den stink of old cat and wet moss, but it was noisy, too.
"Would everyone just shut up?" Antpaw snaps, using his tail to block his ears. It's futile. The sound of cats huffing and muttering nonsense and fur swishing against the ground... he didn't want to hear any of it, but it's sticking in his ears regardless.
If possible, he would go out of camp, but what a pity he knew there was no way a hornet would give permission to him going out of his own in order to avoid other cats. Other cats. Why oh why did Bumblestar not give him a proper mentor? A hornet, maybe? Why did he give him a mentor who barely trained him, and then she disappeared like smoke and now he was stuck in camp but couldn't even sleep.
He gives up on sleeping. It's impossible. Instead, Antpaw licks his fur and kills any ticks while glaring at the other apprentices.
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Oh wow, some cat was mad. Beepaw looked up from his spot with wide curious eyes. Quickly pushing himself to his paws, he half trotted, half hobbled over toward the source of the noise. "Hi! Why are you so mad? Is something bothering you? Do you have a thorn in your paw? I hear those hurt baddd, or do you have ticks? I know ticks are so annoying! What's your name? Oooh are you going to become a warrior soon?" There he was again with ten million different questions all at once.
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"Nah that's my good friend Broodypaw. He's just like that."
Goldenpaw doesn't actually know either of these cats but they're about to!! They know the faces, at least; that's bare minimum clan awareness, baby. They'll blame not having names remembered to pair with the faces on a poor, spotty memory. My mind's mushy, it's longterm, woe is me! A monster ate my memorieeees...
Ha. Haha. "—hahaha," ah, shucks. He started laughing at that thought out loud. Oh well. Goldenpaw stretches up, intrigued by the situation (bubbly apprentice—cute, definite friend material...grumpy apprentice—cute but in the way that wrinkly baby birds are cute, also definite friend material....thinking big friend thoughts over here), and invites themself into the interaction between the two.
"I like your li'l tail, by the way," this one's for Beepaw and it comes with a big, toothy grin, "ain't ever gonna get it pulled in a fight, huh? Makes ya look compact, efficient. Big fan."
Then it's Antpaw's turn to be on the receiving end of that grin. Goldenpaw's a little unnerving with it. Hard not to be when cats have stopped being cats and turned into tasks, instead. It's not an unfriendly look, just—off. These aren't individuals, to her. They're friends. But there she goes with another laugh, warmer and more intentional than the one before. Maybe it doesn't matter, if she means well.
"You hangin' in there, Broodypaw? If it's tha noise then we couullllld....stuff your ears with moss! How 'bout it?"
Shockhoney glowered at her so-called friend as he snickered at her. She followed his movements, head turning as he circled her. He had an odd habit of doing that, actually, come to think of it. Why?
Her tail lowered and her fur lay flat as she turned with him, - because she didn't trust him enough currently after the stunt he'd just pulled to put her back to him - a frown marring her face. Though her annoyance dissipated slightly when he appeased to her with a half-apology. If it couldn't even be called that. "You are den-less." She huffed, not having let it go fully yet. "I came in here for you, but fine, since you'd clearly not want my company."
Suddenly, his white paws felt weighed down as he paused in his tracks, feeling planted to the earth below as his chest also felt heavy. A strange sensation rippled through his glossy pelt, the fur on the back on his neck fluffing up slightly. What was this strange feeling? Guilt? Shame? He was not accustomed to thinking about how his actions could affect others. As the gears began turning in his silver and striped head, it just occurred to him that Shockhoney was not simply "others", but rather, a friend. It was easier for Creepingpaw to deny the potential existence of a friend, rather than admitting it and becoming vulnerable. But now wasn't the time to continue analyzing, it was clear by her reaction that his prank had hurt her. And, for once, he genuinely felt bad.
His luminous green eyes widened as his gaze locked onto Shockhoney, swallowing the frog in his throat as he prepared himself for what he was going to say next. Feeling his clenched jaw part slowly, Creepingpaw took a deep breath and closed his eyes and flattened his black ears against his head before he exclaimed, "I'M A MOUSE-BRAIN!' without any warning. Opening his eyes to a brief, awkward pause of silence once his voice rang loudly through the den, before he took another breath and sheepishly mumbled, "I... I'm s-sorry." He purred in a hushed tone, his stare faltering suddenly as he stared down at his paws and felt the waves of embarrassment wash over him.
Re: ThunderClan Elders' Den
