She tilted her head and thought hard about Honeydew's question for a moment. Alpinepaw shyly replied, "I'm not sure actually. I'd better ask Wolfhive." She started to mumble at the beginning of the second sentence. A yawn was coming up and Alpinepaw suppressed the urge to yawn.
(Have you spent your kitty koins on anything? I haven't. I think you did spin the wheel of misfortune. Am I remembering this right?)
(I haven't used any yet, I didn't know there was a wheel like that)
Honeydew laughed. "It's okay to yawn, Alpinepaw." she purred. Her two mismatched eyes sparkled at the young apprentice. "Good to see that Wolfhive's your mentor. He's a good cat."
vm me to enter my lair. it has infinite movies and wifi! snacks will be given. sometimes..
@/Eucalyptuspaw came for the movies and snacks!! @/snowflake. enters, carrying a whole buncha snowballs @/ChromeSilver_Hwaa enters carrying a Tiramisu Cake
Shockhoney didn’t feel good, if she wanted to be honest. Her fur was too warm, it felt like there were ants crawling inside it, but she knew that was just the tingles. Her head hurt, and she kind of felt like throwing up. Which, admittedly, was one reason she’d opted to stay home instead of going to the Gathering. Even the thought of so many smells made her want to puke. What was this lethargic state of being?
Since the mysterious illness was not directly effecting him, or so he assumed, Creepingpaw seemed indifferent to the chaos that was ensuing within the ThunderClan camp. At this point, he was not aware that his mentor was being sent on a journey to find the cure to this rapidly spreading disease. But upon hearing talks about those who were stuck in their nests with ailments, his black ears perked up at the mention of Shockhoney's name among those that were currently sick. He hadn't seen her since they had crossed paths in the Elder's den, and it just occurred to him now exactly why that was the case. Once again, a new and uncomfortable feeling arose stemming from why he hadn't come to see her sooner. Once again attempting to brush off his emotions by shaking it off his pelt, the young apprentice padded over from where he was in the clearing towards the warrior's den.
Peering in through the lichen curtain, Creepingpaw's bright green eyes darted around the perimeter of the den before he locked eyes on the familiar and distinct mound of fur that lay sickly in the depths of the den. With his pawsteps being deliberate yet quiet, the 11 moon apprentice crept silently towards Shockhoney before hissing to grab her attention before he accidentally spooked her, which he had endearingly remembered. Standing over where she rested in her nest, Creepingpaw tilted his head and flashed a half smile.
"Hey Snothoney... how ya holdin' up?" Creepingpaw purred in a deep, gravelly murmur.
Shadeclaw freezes in place for a few seconds before he comes to his senses. He didn't expect somecat to bump into him. The wreaths around his neck shake, and a few lavender petals fall.
He turns around, sees Lavendersong, and blinks. Shadeclaw had seen the cat before, beautiful and elegant, black as the night sky with eyes like lavender stars, coming back to camp with some fresh kill in her jaws or talking to Bumblestar. He also knew her name. It's just that he, being the shy, quiet cat he was, had never really talked to her. He'd mostly stayed in the corner alone.
Shadeclaw's voice is surprisingly gentle and slow for his appearance. "I'm Shadeclaw," he meows. She probably didn't know his name, Shadeclaw thinks. Unlike her, he mostly kept to himself. He didn't even have any friends. "Are you okay?"
Almost as if she had broken free from the trance of her worries and anxieties, the storm in Lavendersong's frosted eyes seemed to quell significantly as she shook off their collision and returned Shadeclaw's stare. Her tense expression softened instantly, realizing she had let her clumsiness get the best of her, she felt her black ears pin flat against her head in embarrassment as she dipped her head in a brief, bashful, yet respectful greeting,"I'm okay, thank you... It's nice to meet you Shadeclaw, I'm Lavendersong." She purred serenely, her voice melodic and comforting. Her kind expression lit up as soon as her eyes fell upon the lush wreaths that hung around Shadeclaw's neck, "Wow... how pretty!" Lavendersong cooed, the sound of her voice as gentle as a warm summer's day.
"Do you want it?" Shadeclaw's already taking the wreath off his neck awkwardly, his eyes unable to meet Lavendersong's due to shyness. The flowers matched her eyes, he thinks to himself privately.
"I can give it to you. I made it myself," He meows, then falls silent. He hoped he wasn't being too intrusive or a bother to the beautiful she-cat. He just wasn't used to talking to other cats much; Shadeclaw was very much a loner, with no friends to speak of.
Alpinepaw cocked her head briefly before nodding in agreement. She thought about Wolfhive and her training for a while. Once she was done, she looked at the den's entrance and back at Honeydew. Alpinepaw wanted to thank her for being with her. Fortunately, she was happier than before.
Honeydew purred and saw her hesitate for a minute. "Feel free to visit me anytime." she meowed with a smile. "Oh I forgot to mention... I hear there is a new cat in the clan...." she meowed trailing off trying to figure out the name. "Her name is .... Splitpaw...or something." She meowed shaking her head. "Now as an apprentice you must make everyone feel welcomed, okay?" she said.
"Do you want it?" Shadeclaw's already taking the wreath off his neck awkwardly, his eyes unable to meet Lavendersong's due to shyness. The flowers matched her eyes, he thinks to himself privately.
"I can give it to you. I made it myself," He meows, then falls silent. He hoped he wasn't being too intrusive or a bother to the beautiful she-cat. He just wasn't used to talking to other cats much; Shadeclaw was very much a loner, with no friends to speak of.
Her pale eyes widened slightly as her long whiskers twitched in response to the sudden offer. The young molly definitely didn't expect that, with her previous tumultuous headspace having overtaken her thoughts a mere moments ago. But the bashful brown striped tom seemed kind-hearted, and lavender happened to be her favorite flower. Lavendersong's shocked expression softened as she smiled sweetly, her eyes twinkling fondly, "You made it yourself? It's lovely, Shadeclaw... would you do the honors?" She mewed, tipping her head downward to allow him to bestow her with his creation.
“You’re sooo not funny.” Shockhoney grouched in a half irritated, half whining voice. About time she’d been visited! If she didn’t feel like a lethargic puddle on the floor, she’d swat Creepingpaw over the head. Even if he had startled her, she currently had the survival skills of a turkey and the survival rate of a sitting duck.
Hence, all she did when Creepingpaw made his presence known was open her eyes, stare up at him for a few seconds, and then close her eyes again. The effort of communicating was too much. Who needed talking anyway? Couldn’t she just mentally transmit whatever she wanted to say into someone else’s mind? Probably not.
Sigh.
Ah crap, she wanted to puke again. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if she threw up on Creepypaw over here. Make him face the music. Though he’d probably just never visit her again. …she hated consequences. “This is all your faulttttttt.” It really wasn’t - it was more likely because she’d been poking at Wolfhive while he’d been Lumpyhive, but her companion didn’t need to know that. “For splashing water on me. It had fish cat germssss…”
Brackenclaw- He/Him, 25 moons, Thunderclan Hornet. Purrks: Just a Scratch.
Brackenclaw usually wasn't a talkative cat in fact he was a very quiet cat and didn't do the whole bragging thing still despite that Brackenclaw did have one cat he considered a friend and would like to tell what had just happened to him. Brackenclaw just hoped that Orangeblossom wouldn't go spreading things around. Brackenclaw wasn't doing this for recognition he still felt a flicker of pride. And he wanted to share his good news with his friend. Brackenclaw would approach Orangeblossom who was busy eating a mouse Brackenclaw knew that Orangeblossom was grieving Springlight and all but Brackenclaw wasn't exactly what one would consider a good cat to give comfort. He knew that so he would attempt to just give Orangeblossom his distance. Brackenclaw would sit down next to Orangeblossom though and let out his dark deep meow. "So I went out with Wolfhive and the other Hornets today. We dealt with the Badger and foxes." Brackenclaw told his friend before nodding to the prey pile where a big badger lay dead. @Dolomedes
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