* He gazed across the clan territory and smiled a bit. He was a little bit more cheery than before, but he wasn't entirely okay. *
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* He gazed across the clan territory and smiled a bit. He was a little bit more cheery than before, but he wasn't entirely okay. *
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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 (she)
20 moons old
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-------- ≪ ｡❅*⋆ being back in camp felt so good, she decided she wanted to get to know her clanmates more and as she searched the clearing she spotted an apprentice "hello, you must be...swiftpaw?" she recalled the apprentice ceremony for the Tom, "are you busy?" she asked gently, her eyes soft despite the golden color like the sun. her fur on the other paw, looked like a mess, but she didn't care about her fur right now. ⋆*❅｡ ≫ --------
She's just gonna rely on herself now. Vixenkit made her way to the fresh kill pile and grabbed a mouse to eat. Doesn't matter if all her family's gone, she is perfectly fine alone. She's a leader and sometimes she just has to lead herself. The small kit dug into the mouse, eyes glaring around the camp.
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Applegrove
wc warrior | he/she
"Hey there, kiddo. Mind if I eat with you?" Applegrove dropped her own meal at her paws, one of the voles that they had a wealth of in the freshkill pile at the moment. It wasn't often she saw a kit looking so angry without the accompanying tantrum and tears. Seeing as he had nothing going on at the moment and a growling stomach, he figured he could afford a meal and chat with the kid.
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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 (she)
20 moons old
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-------- ≪ ｡❅*⋆ being back in camp felt so good, she decided she wanted to get to know her clanmates more and as she searched the clearing she spotted an apprentice "hello, you must be...swiftpaw?" she recalled the apprentice ceremony for the Tom, "are you busy?" she asked gently, her eyes soft despite the golden color like the sun. her fur on the other paw, looked like a mess, but she didn't care about her fur right now. ⋆*❅｡ ≫ --------
(( Swiftpaw/leap ))
* He looked up from where he was sitting and shook his head. *
" No, I'm not busy at all. Do you need any help? "
* He asked with a tilt of his head. He stood up and rose to the height of the other cat. *
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( Switpaw/leap isn't an actual apprentice. He was named Swiftpaw when he broke his probationary period after he joined the clan. )
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She glanced up at the brown and white cat. "Yeah." her responded, digging right back into her meal. Vixenkit glanced at her mouse, then back at the warrior, back at the mouse, then back again. Finally she spoke. "What's a twoleg and why are they trying to take our land?"
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art by Daragca / GRACKLEPAW \
stocky dark gray tabby with a beige overcoat and bright blue eyes; silver tongue t1
[ windclan apprentice | tomcat | 6 moons | mischievous, charismatic, adventurous ]
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Hawkfur
WindClan Fury
he/him | 59 moons
[Russet tabby with tuxedo markings and sky-blue eyes] Purrks: Flock Together T3, Killer Aptitude T1
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Hanged Man ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
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Gracklepaw was taking all this information very well, Hawkfur thought. He chuckled softly as Gracklepaw expressed that he didn't really understand the illness. "Neither do I, mate. But that's not our job, you're right." The loud call of "booooring" had the Fury wincing and snickering, glancing towards the medicine den. "Don't let Crowtooth or Lightningstorm hear you, mate. They might stick you in the den just to learn some respect!"
Hawkfur smiled at Gracklepaw's conviction to be the best warrior, and his son's resemblance to his mother was undeniable. He carried her markings and her tenacity. Something painful lodged in the Fury's throat, and he struggled to swallow past it, blinking his eyes furiously.
After inhaling through his nose, Hawkfur heard Gracklepaw's whispered question. "No!" He insisted, curling around his son and beginning to groom his head and ears. "No, son. You did a good thing, out of the goodness of your heart. This is a learning opportunity, and you learned! Look at you!" Hawkfur let a great rumbling purr vibrate from his bones. "I'm proud of you, Gracklepaw. Always will be." He snorted. "Even if you become a tunneler like your crusty uncle."
Gracklepaw shuddered dramatically at the thought of being sent to the medicine cat's den for some 'respect'. Not only boring, but it smelled weird over there! All green and... pungent. He wrinkled his nose at the thought and shook his head. "Ahh... nuh uh. No thank ya. I'll be sure they just don't hear me, then!"
He was a bit too lost in his own thoughts—still thinking about explosions in his mind—to notice the brief lapse in his father's composure. But his attention was reverted when Hawkfur spoke once more, feeling his tongue rasp over his fur. Gracklepaw purred in response, taking the comfort; as much as he was recovering pretty well from the scare, he'd be remiss to ignore the fact that part of him was still a bit shaken.
Good intentions didn't always mean good outcomes... something the young cat was now learning. So instead of playfully bapping away Hawkfur as usual, he took the affection, bumping his father's muzzle with his soft head that still held the remains of kit-fluff.
Proud. Pa was proud! Grackle's blue eyes shone like little stars and he beamed, a toothy grin as he gazed up at Hawkfur. "Yeah? Really?" Then he snorted in a similar manner when 'crusty' Crowtooth was mentioned. Snickering, the gray-and-beige apprentice curled his tail, eyes gleaming in good humor. "Crusty! Hah! Do ya think it's the tunnels that make 'im like that?" Then, as if his question had alerted his young mind into a terrifying thought, he froze with a gasp. "Ohh... it's not the tunnels, is it? I don't wanna be crusty either!!"
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Berryshine is RiverClan's medicine cat!
she has a semi-closed den policy.
I'M TOO SMOOTH, YOU NEVER SEE ME COMING
NEVER IN A HURRY, I'M JUST MOVIN' FAST
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REDFACE . 28 MOONS . HE/HIM . WINDCLAN
Hey, Chickedeeswivel—think fast.
Redface hauls himself out of the warrior's den with a hell of a cold start, coughing hard enough to gag at least once and spitting...something...out into the grass. Which is so totally uncouth and ungentletomly that his ears burn, but he's a little too busy hacking and rumbling to immediately do something all cool and excellent to compensate for waking up like such a bum. His throat's killing him, is the thing. Feels tight, sore, awful. The cold can't be helping, nor can the fact that he's been insistent on trying to talk despite how difficult of a chore that is, now. It's a small price to pay, all things considered, but he's still reluctant to pay it.
Anyway, in his bleary stumbling, the red tom comes awfully close to crashing right into poor Chickadeeswivel. Close, but he lurches back in time; perhaps some sixth sense of his that's already bristling at what a gnarly scene he's making intervenes to keep him from eviscerating his own sauveness factor any further. Or perhaps he's just a cat.
"Ssss—ry!" He wheezes painfully, flashing her the brightest grin he can muster at a time like this. That grin inches wider at the ends, eye lighting up childishly as he has his realization: "!!!" He points, ginger paw lifted close to her face where she's missing the one eye. "!!!!!" Point, point, wave, point. Redface circles her skipping, then points again. "!!!!!!!"
It's that they're both missing an eye that has him giddy like this, even though that's a very common sight in Windclan (shoutout Twilightstar) and the forest as a whole. Doesn't matter to Redface. He's going to dance about in Chickadeeswivel's lonely little corner like he's just caught a star in his mouth anyway. This is way more fun than thinking about how uncomfortable he is right now and, now that he thinks about it, this cat seemed pretty gloomy before he crashed in on her scene so maybe it's for the best that he stick around.
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Chickadeeswirl whirled around when someone nearly ran into her, confused as to how that would even happen. No one comes up to her. ever. Well, unless they needed something from the she-cat, then they did. "Oh, It's o-kayyy...?" She watched as the tom did his little dance, paws itching in embarrassment as he pointed at her eye. Was the tom making fun of her? Surely not, since many cats considered scars as cool. Maybe he heard about the nefarious tin can incident... She licked her shoulder, smoothing out her fur in an attempt to look clean, even though her pelt was already extremely glossy ad well-cared for. The more she examined the other cat and his strange dances, the weirder things got. The warrior seemed to be sick with something. He was also on the younger side, at least for the 30-something-moon-old she-cat, and she was desperately trying to remember the tom's name. Something to do with his pelt most likely, since most ginger cats are named according to their color. Ginger... foot? No, that's stupid. She tried her best to smiled, but little tears of embarrassment and previous upset pricked at her eyes. "Um, I'm sorry but... Do I know you?" She asked, digging her claws into the dirt. "I'm sorry. I'm not good with names. Are you okay, by the way?"
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Re: WindClan Clearing
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Berryshine is RiverClan's medicine cat! 
