Honeydew turned her gaze on Alpinepaw. "Mmm, not really. Ever since Applefang went missing...it's been hard making friends and even since Bumblestar mentioned her as a traitor to the clan." she said turning her gaze to the entrance of the apprentice den. "You are the only one so far." she smiled, turning her gaze back to Alpinepaw. "Why do you ask?"
Alpinepaw listened intently and felt bad for Honeydew. The young cat mewed, "I am just curious and also wanted...to know if I was not alone." She started to eat the vole again.
Honeydew looked at the young cat and smiled. "Everyone has a different back story, and everyone might have the same back story." she meowed softly. Her two mismatched eyes looked into the young apprentice. "So what is bothering you to make you feel this way?"
Hey! One of my first posts; so I’m up for suggestions and tips. Thanks!!
Eucalyptuspaw; H/H. A light brown Tom with soft green eyes and white paws.
Eucalyptuspaw sighed burying his nose into his paws and curling up deeper into his messy heap of moss. He was so lonely.. he knew he was socially awkward but no cat at all would play with him when he was a kit.. and still had no friends 3 moons into his apprenticeship. He looked around hopefully at the other apprentices talking to one another in the den looking for some cat.. ANY cat, to atleast acknowledge his existence. He wished with all his body, mind and heart that his would have been brother hadn’t died so soon into kithood, and after his popular littermate died of that horrid sickness it seemed no one would talk to him anymore.
Will any cat talk to Eucalyptuspaw? Or maybe he’ll be bullied??…..
Open!!!
Thanks for listening to me embarrassing myself with my horrible writing.. bye!
Young snow paw heard this and sad of course and said I’ll be friend goes to sit closer to Eucalyptuspaw
(me? no, i don’t write unnecessarily long posts for casual interactions… no!…)
Buzzkit pokes his head into the apprentice’s den with wide eyes. He’s never been in here, but he’d heard some noises coming from inside the brambles while meandering in a zigzag along the edge of the camp. It’s noon, about the time that Buzzkit sees the apprentices slowly get called out for whatever it is they do. There shouldn’t be many cats to snitch on him “being nosy,” then… and there evidently aren’t, because only one apprentice still lies sleeping in their nest: a red she-cat, paws and tail twitching as her eyes flicker underneath their eyelids.
Much of her fur is bitten pink by large patches and trails of scarring, and Buzzkit finds himself staring at her face, with the apprentice’s head conveniently resting facing the entrance where he peeks in. Mothflame, Buzzkit’s mind butts in, because wow, another she-cat with bright orange- or is that red- fur and a big, bigger scar on the left side of their face. But as much as the kit looks at that bright red-orange fur and his mind accordingly screams fire fire fire in excitement, he knows that he doesn’t know this cat.
Buzzkit prances into the den in a straight path for the apprentice. He crouches down slightly on his paws - he was already a claw-length from her eye-height just standing by the sleeping she-cat - and peers at her face from directly in front of her muzzle. Closer now, Buzzkit witnesses it all: the jolting of her spine, the swiveling of her ears, the erratic huffs of breath leaving her nostrils. The kit knows a dream when he sees one.
”Hey.” A blunt mew leaves Buzzkit as he gazes at her eyes in the expectation that she would soon gaze back at him. When all that happens is one of the she-cat’s front legs kicking forward slightly and some unintelligible, sharp noise coming from her mouth, he wrinkles his nose up with bored unimpressedness. Everyone else is awake, so shouldn’t this cat wake up by now?
Buzzkit raises a paw… and baps the apprentice’s nose three times.
(me? no, i don’t write unnecessarily long posts for casual interactions… no!…)
Buzzkit pokes his head into the apprentice’s den with wide eyes. He’s never been in here, but he’d heard some noises coming from inside the brambles while meandering in a zigzag along the edge of the camp. It’s noon, about the time that Buzzkit sees the apprentices slowly get called out for whatever it is they do. There shouldn’t be many cats to snitch on him “being nosy,” then… and there evidently aren’t, because only one apprentice still lies sleeping in their nest: a red she-cat, paws and tail twitching as her eyes flicker underneath their eyelids.
Much of her fur is bitten pink by large patches and trails of scarring, and Buzzkit finds himself staring at her face, with the apprentice’s head conveniently resting facing the entrance where he peeks in. Mothflame, Buzzkit’s mind butts in, because wow, another she-cat with bright orange- or is that red- fur and a big, bigger scar on the left side of their face. But as much as the kit looks at that bright red-orange fur and his mind accordingly screams fire fire fire in excitement, he knows that he doesn’t know this cat.
Buzzkit prances into the den in a straight path for the apprentice. He crouches down slightly on his paws - he was already a claw-length from her eye-height just standing by the sleeping she-cat - and peers at her face from directly in front of her muzzle. Closer now, Buzzkit witnesses it all: the jolting of her spine, the swiveling of her ears, the erratic huffs of breath leaving her nostrils. The kit knows a dream when he sees one.
”Hey.” A blunt mew leaves Buzzkit as he gazes at her eyes in the expectation that she would soon gaze back at him. When all that happens is one of the she-cat’s front legs kicking forward slightly and some unintelligible, sharp noise coming from her mouth, he wrinkles his nose up with bored unimpressedness. Everyone else is awake, so shouldn’t this cat wake up by now?
Buzzkit raises a paw… and baps the apprentice’s nose three times.
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Heavily scarred and half-blind she-cat with red fur and a single ocean blue eye.
She/Her | 9 Moons | + every 21st | ThunderClan Apprentice | Insecure
[66/100]
. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.
. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.
LEAFCLAW? IT COULDN'T BE. IT COULDN'T BE REAL. LEAFCLAW WAS DEAD! RIGHT? HE WAS DEAD. SHE SAW IT HAPPEN. Unless it was another one of her strange hallucinations. She felt her breath hitch as the brown tabby tom smoothly moved closer towards her, blade-like claws leaving marks on the soft ground beneath.
"Go away." Firepaw breathes out, voice shaking. She knows it wouldn't do anything. But she said it despite it. WHERE WAS SHE ANYWAYS?
Her father was closer enough now that she could see the murderous glint in his eyes. StarClan, she would be less afraid if Firemoth herself was standing before her. Leafclaw finally opened his mouth to say something. Or maybe bite her. She could not tell.
"Hey."
...
What?
Firepaw let her fur lay flat, though she stayed alert. What-
Then Leafclaw's claws were upon her.
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Firepaw awoke with a start, bolting out of her nest, claws unsehathed. She looked around in a blind panic, only to see a small kit in the den. She stared at him, blinking. What was he doing here? Oh. Was she dreaming? Was it a dream? Leafclaw was nowhere to be seen, which was reassuring. Shaking slightly as she tried to calm herself down, she forced a smile at the kit.
"H-h-hi, little guy!" She stuttered, hating how the words sounded out of her mouth. "W-watcha doin' here?"
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Heavily scarred and half-blind she-cat with red fur and a single ocean blue eye.
She/Her | 9 Moons | + every 21st | ThunderClan Apprentice | Insecure
[66/100]
. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.
. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.
LEAFCLAW? IT COULDN'T BE. IT COULDN'T BE REAL. LEAFCLAW WAS DEAD! RIGHT? HE WAS DEAD. SHE SAW IT HAPPEN. Unless it was another one of her strange hallucinations. She felt her breath hitch as the brown tabby tom smoothly moved closer towards her, blade-like claws leaving marks on the soft ground beneath.
"Go away." Firepaw breathes out, voice shaking. She knows it wouldn't do anything. But she said it despite it. WHERE WAS SHE ANYWAYS?
Her father was closer enough now that she could see the murderous glint in his eyes. StarClan, she would be less afraid if Firemoth herself was standing before her. Leafclaw finally opened his mouth to say something. Or maybe bite her. She could not tell.
"Hey."
...
What?
Firepaw let her fur lay flat, though she stayed alert. What-
Then Leafclaw's claws were upon her.
───※ ·❆· ※───
Firepaw awoke with a start, bolting out of her nest, claws unsehathed. She looked around in a blind panic, only to see a small kit in the den. She stared at him, blinking. What was he doing here? Oh. Was she dreaming? Was it a dream? Leafclaw was nowhere to be seen, which was reassuring. Shaking slightly as she tried to calm herself down, she forced a smile at the kit.
"H-h-hi, little guy!" She stuttered, hating how the words sounded out of her mouth. "W-watcha doin' here?"
Buzzkit pops back a little when the apprentice immediately snaps up from her sleep after his insistence. He glances inquisitively down at her unsheathed claws, then up at her quivering shoulders, then back to her wide eye.
This cat is definitely different from Mothflame - too… shaky. Even if they look very similar… oooh, Buzzkit wonders if this apprentice’s fur will shine in the sunlight as much as Mothflame’s? To be fair, meeting both cats, they have both acted very oddly to Buzzkit’s approaching them. Or, well, that happens sorta often when the kit introduces himself to cats. A lot of cats are weird, he guesses, but that’s okay.
“Um… I dunno. You’re alone,” the kit drawls. His head cocks to one side, then cants to another. Why is the she-cat acting like that? “I was just wondering why you’re the only one left here.”
From this angle, Buzzkit can see the standing apprentice’s face scarring much better than before. It really is much more than he’s really ever seen before. The whole left side of her face is ragged skin, color like something had taken those parts of the she-cat’s red fur and left them in the sun too long… no wonder she’d slept in if that’s what happens when she goes out in the sun. Well, Buzzkit just focuses on the right side of her face instead - even if some cat left scratches there, too.
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