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Windpaw padded out to the clearing, head held high. She shivered slightly at the cold gust that hit her, instantly wrapping her fluffy, curled tail around herself. Wow, it was getting cold. She couldn't imaging having short fur. She stretched herself before heading to a part of the clearing where the sun was shining down on. With a satisfied sigh, she plopped onto the ground and tapped her tail against it, it no longer being wrapped around her body. It was nice, to finally sleep in the Apprentices' Den. The Nursery was fun, sure, but the Apprentices' Den was exciting. Full of many new cats to meet. Speeeaaaking of new cats to meet...
Windpaw scanned the clearing, hopefully finding someone to talk to. Perhaps someone who looked... A little too lonely for her own liking. No one deserved to be lonely! She wouldn't want to wish it upon her worst enemies.
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• • • Icekit • Silentpaw • Mothflame • Firepaw • Daykit • Windpaw • Spiritkit • Eveningpaw • Mimickit • Starlingkit • Hiddenpaw • Milkbee Do you dare approach?
* He looked up from his spot and dipped his head to the approaching Tom. *
" Hello, is there something you need help with. "
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"as an otter swims, it can always learn to run with the right teacher"
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Otterfur of Windclan
14 moons old
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-------- ≪ ｡❅*⋆ "ah no, just coming by to say hi.." otterfur purred "also if you would like to go hunting with me that's okay too..uhm...im looking for someone to hunt with anyways" he sat down and gave his chest a akward few licks ⋆*❅｡ ≫ --------
* He nodded and smiled lightly. *
" Ah, when do you plan on heading out? "
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"as an otter swims, it can always learn to run with the right teacher"
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Otterfur of Windclan
14 moons old
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-------- ≪ ｡❅*⋆ otterfur looked up and took a moment to think about it. "whenever your ready, I've been in camp for too long and want to do something helpful for the clan while I'm here" he meowed, licking his shoulder now. ⋆*❅｡ ≫ --------
RatJump
|28 moons | thin and black furred, slim body with fern green eyes |
RatJump's tail flicked at the end and he bowed his head in respect towards the elder and he stated, "i'll get my apprentice Kestralpaw, she needs something to do anyway" and he walked off to the the apprentice den, his chin raising as he entered as if it would make him look more presentable in front of the younger cats.
After a moment, a younger looking apprentice emerged from the den, RatJump on her tail. She walked up to the elder and tilted her head, her jaw moving as if to say something protestful but she ended up nodding and asking. "you wanted me to get your ticks Owlclaw?"
"yes pls they are really bothering me." owlclaw mews
His fluffy fur had been tangled with burrs and briars lately, the patrol guy on his best work, for sure. He tried but inevitably couldn't always get himself free of annoying foreign bodies. There was a single part on the base of his tail that just would not, for the life of him, leave no matter how hard he licked and bit and swatted and told it it was a mousebrained foxheart who would never amount to anything at all and its mother would be disappointed in it's pathetic waste of breath. Now, however better he felt after hissing insults at it at length in the quietness of a camp fairly devoid of other cats, it did not help anything and the mat remained intact and unfazed by his rambling. He looked at it with a twisted look of anguish and disgust, maw contorted into a small snarl that he held for a few heartbeats, fur afluff in an attempt to intimidate the mat into behaving and falling out like a good little clump of fur.
He decided to lick it some more, the tangled fur tugging and the burr terribly lodged within his ginger tail fur. It was impossible, nay - indescribable, the amount of Bad Day the warrior was having at this. It'd been a long week, and this wasn't helping.
Neither was hissing at it, but it did ease some of the frustration. Would it ever come loose? He didn't know. But he was so absorbed in this infuriating situation that only bothered him that he wouldn't notice a cat walking by even if they stopped to greet him. Not that he tended to make many friends. "You have to come loose eventually..." he grumbled to his tail. And he couldn't just ask the apprentices for help, they were busy learning and training and enjoying what was left of their youth. His head looked up with desperation, but if he were to ask for help, would anyone hear?
*He nodded and smiled lightly. *
" Alright, I'll let you know when and if I wanna head out. "
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His fluffy fur had been tangled with burrs and briars lately, the patrol guy on his best work, for sure. He tried but inevitably couldn't always get himself free of annoying foreign bodies. There was a single part on the base of his tail that just would not, for the life of him, leave no matter how hard he licked and bit and swatted and told it it was a mousebrained foxheart who would never amount to anything at all and its mother would be disappointed in it's pathetic waste of breath. Now, however better he felt after hissing insults at it at length in the quietness of a camp fairly devoid of other cats, it did not help anything and the mat remained intact and unfazed by his rambling. He looked at it with a twisted look of anguish and disgust, maw contorted into a small snarl that he held for a few heartbeats, fur afluff in an attempt to intimidate the mat into behaving and falling out like a good little clump of fur.
He decided to lick it some more, the tangled fur tugging and the burr terribly lodged within his ginger tail fur. It was impossible, nay - indescribable, the amount of Bad Day the warrior was having at this. It'd been a long week, and this wasn't helping.
Neither was hissing at it, but it did ease some of the frustration. Would it ever come loose? He didn't know. But he was so absorbed in this infuriating situation that only bothered him that he wouldn't notice a cat walking by even if they stopped to greet him. Not that he tended to make many friends. "You have to come loose eventually..." he grumbled to his tail. And he couldn't just ask the apprentices for help, they were busy learning and training and enjoying what was left of their youth. His head looked up with desperation, but if he were to ask for help, would anyone hear?
Leopardkit They/she // Kit // Windclan // 4 moons
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To say that Leopardkit had been sick of the nursery would be an understatement. A SEVERE understatement. This white feline had been spending hours upon hours of time in the nursery, everyday, full of younger kits with minimal thoughts for her to tolerate. Unfortunate.
Today would be a new day for Leopardkit. Trotting throughout the clearing of Windclan as though she owned the place, Leopardkit was nearing her time as an apprentice and would really like some capacity to explore. At least, before someone nudges them to go back to the misery of which was that kitty den.
This had gone on for a short while until the kit inevitably found themselves curious with an older cat who seemed to be… Hissing at themselves. That’s new. Leopardkit is always intruiged with new.
By the time Autumnpatch had perked up, contemplating some form of support, Leopardkit was sitting just a feet or two ahead him; an expression on their face as blank as can be.
…They may have been staring for a while, now. Or perhaps she just got here. Leopardkit continues in silence, as if expecting Autumnpatch to keep growling at himself like a dog.
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"as an otter swims, it can always learn to run with the right teacher"
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Otterfur of Windclan
14 moons old
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-------- ≪ ｡❅*⋆ otterfur nodded and gave his chest a few licks "alright, sounds good to me" he purred as he decided to lay there for a bit, since the sun decided to shine there for that moment. ⋆*❅｡ ≫ --------
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