ThunderClan Clearing

[snowflake.]

Snowpaw
Pure white pelt; light mackerel tabby markings; Icy blue eyes
She/her || 5 moons || ThunderClan Apprentice
Well Insulated
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Snowpaw was confused by Weevilkit's reluctance. She didn't get why she might've felt uncomfortable. Her smile dimmed, then instantly brightened again when Weevil started talking. Her eyes widened. "Don't know any games?" she asked, trying to wrap her head around this new fact. "Okay. Oh! I like loots of games, any game, really, they're all so fun! I like mossball, racing, ooh! Pretend clan is also really fun, hmm..." She paused, trying to think of anything else. "Hide and seek, hunter and mouse, and..." she trailed off. "I can't think of any other! Do you want to play one of the games I said? Or we could do something else. What do you want?" she asked, tipping her head. She wanted Weevilkit to feel welcome, and in her mind that meant Weevilkit getting to pick what they did.

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[TanghuluCat]

◢◣ RAGGEDEAR | 29 MOONS | HE/HIM ◢◣
fluffy, russet tom with yellow eyes, torn left ear, & black paw tips
header by @/burntToast
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Man, he was hungry. The maine coone stretched before shaking his pelt out and trotting over to the fresh-kill pile. 'Yes!' Right on the very top of the kill pile lay a vole, plump and ripe for the taking. Licking his lips, Raggedear snatched up the vole and carried it over to a shaded area of the clearing. Coincidentally, an orange tom was also sitting there. Twitching a black ear, the ThunderClan warrior purred a greeting. "Hey there- want some?" He asked, taking a bite out of the vole and pushing it towards them. "Sunnystreak, right? Can't forget a face that handsome in ThunderClan." He joked with a wink, settling down to the side of the other tom. "Go ahead, it's not loaded with deathberries- I just took a bite!"

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[Luna16]

Sunnystreak's green eyes were starting to blink lazily. He could see his sister stressing over...was that an apprentice? Whatever. He rotated his hips so his hind paws stuck out to one side, shifting to settle into the new sun bathing position. There didn't seem to be too much need for him right now. Flickerpaw was nowhere to be seen right now, nor was Finbranch. He huffed out a sigh, he was bored. Sunny supposed he could try to make himself useful gathering herbs, but it seemed like everycat had that well in paw now. Then a shadow was cast on his sunlight, and he felt his whiskers twitch with mild annoyance.

Sunnystreak turned and looked up, a bit of a lazy haze in his eyes as this cat spoke to him of sharing prey and- wait... What?! Sunnystreak's jaw dropped open, and he made the mistake of trying to speak at the same time, only resulting in him having to promptly sit up as he proceeded to choke on...air? What in the name of...what did this tom just say? When he regained his breath, he saw that this tom had slid his vole over to him. Sunnystreak narrowed his eyes suspiciously (not for the reasons Raggedear outlined, but nonetheless), and eventually nodded.

"Er...sure." He finally managed. Um...thanks. R...Raggedear right?" He'd never interacted with this cat directly before, but they were denmates after all. Sunnystreak observed the tom for another heartbeat, waiting to see if he was going to do anything else...shocking before bending over the vole to take a bite.

[@TanghuluCat - *rubs hands evilly*]