꧁ᬊᬁᴄᴀʀᴅɪɴᴀʟᴘᴀᴡᬊ᭄꧂ He/They |~| Windclan Apprentice |~| 16 moons |~| Agatha Kitty (Active!!), Kitty Softpaws (Active!!) “Be a voice, not an echo.”
Cardinalpaw shrugged. Valid, especially considering who he was speaking to. He wasn't always the kindest cat, but he tried. Sort've. Some cats didn't deserve the effort of changing himself for the sake of friendliness. Cedarpaw certainly did, though. Cardinalpaw couldn't bring themself to be mean even when he toppled into them. But Forestpaw seemed fine. The tom flicked his tail. "Who knows, maybe you will." Cardinalpaw said, his tone holding a light sarcasm to it. It usually did, that was just the undertone to every word he said. Forestpaw then asked him how he was. Well, how was he? Who knows, really. "'M good I suppose." Cardinalpaw answered, his tail flicking softly. "How're you?" He returned the question, raising an eyebrow.
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Forestpaw ~ 9 moons ~ Male
White tom with green eyes and grey paws
Forestpaw didn't know how he truly felt but at least he was okay. "I'm good, I've met Emberpaw recently. I like her, she's cheerful for sure." he said honestly. He wanted to know more about Cardinalpaw, he wanted to try to at least be his friend. "So, what have you been doing lately?" he asked curiously.
| Gnawingpaw | 6 Moons - WindClan Apprentice
Lyrebird's Lullaby - Inactive | Well Insulated - Active | Bilingual [T1] - Active
Sleep had been difficult for Gnawingpaw since it had happened. Since she had finally lost sight of Seeds... permanently. The softest of the litter had seemingly vanished, and the fluffy calico couldn't wrap her mind around it. Even after Twilightstar had taken away her rightful name, made her no longer match the treasures her father had deemed them all to be, they had all stayed together. It was true that the older they got, the further she felt her littermates got from her, something intangible getting in the way of her ability to understand them in the same way she had always been able to. She had assumed it was merely mental, and she refused to falter to such weakness... so she did what came naturally to her. She ignored the problem, hoping it would go away... until the wrong thing vanished into the dark.
A mreowr of discomfort escaping her sleeping form, the apprentice twitched and lay on her side, tail lashing unbeknownst to her as she fitfully snoozed, surrounded by the warmth of her brothers and sisters... minus one. The thought has her unable to fully unwind even during times of rest, but even in her despair - an emotion she wishes would just go away, knowing how it reeks with a feebleness she does not want to be associated with - she knows something is wrong when it comes. The unfamiliar pain. The splash of warm wetness coating her tail. The piercing grasp on flesh that coaxes her instantly awake, a loud, hissing swear escaping her as pale green eyes flash dangerously in the direction of whoever had dared to attack a clanmate who was so clearly dozed off and incapable of shredding their ears for such a crime. It was unacceptable, and the Maine Coon mix fully intended to throw a clawed strike for each strand of fur damaged in that unsavory, backpawed attack.
The anger blazing in her eyes fizzled, confusion overtaking her momentarily as green met blue but failed to recognize the cat that stared back at her. It was only momentary, but she could swear that for a blink that hadn't been Ber staring at her but some sort of starving fox or badger, intent on making a meal out of her. A ridiculous notion... probably. But it didn't make it hurt any less. Her tail ached tremendously even as she lashed it behind her, hackles raised in equal parts guilt and betrayal. Because a part of her believed that this wasn't just a random, misguided, sleepy bite from some overly deep dream. No... this was punishment. Because she had lost her. Had not taken care of Seeds. And now her sister was going to make sure she regretted it.
Gnawingpaw wanted to question her. To cry for once and let it all out. It was okay, wasn't it? Ber would understand! They had all gotten so concerned with... well... training, that they had forgotten there was more to life than themselves.
Except that was wrong. Ber hadn't failed. The Rockheads were still around. Still protected and thriving in the clan. Ber had made sure of that. It was she that had gone astray. Maybe Twilightstar had been right. Maybe she really wasn't a treasure. Maybe she was a no good she-cat that was lesser than prey. And she had to apologize. To let her sister know that she hadn't meant to let Seeds go missing. That she had tried... That she didn't realize her head was so far up her ass she hadn't noticed something was wrong until it was too late!
"The hell's your problem?!" the apprentice snarled, her own fangs - sharp, white and bloodless in contrast to her sister's stained ones - glinting in the snow bounced moonlight that filtered through the den's entrance.
No... No no no. That was wrong! That was all wrong! She was supposed to be apologizing, damn it! Not making things worse! But even as she opened her mouth once more to fix her mistakes, nothing more than a hiss of fury escaped her. Because she still couldn't shake off that dreadful feeling. Of it not only being her fault... but of how she had somehow become lesser than prey.
Something sweeps over then as she jerks back, something she can't quite identify. Overwhelming, this sudden emotion was, but she couldn't place it. Horror. Disgust. Fear. Shame. So many jumbled together, not a single one she could name as they washed over her in waves. The only thing her mind screamed at her was that she should go away and curl up in a corner, far away. She was supposed to protect family, not hurt!
"No, no. Strawberry is. Is sorry. No. Dina." Blue eyes are wide, slitted pupils expanding once more, limbs trembling, voice shaky. The apprentice stumbles back out of the nest, fangs splattered with blood, something new blooming in her that again, she couldn't name. She couldn't name the hatred for herself for still not being able to feel disgust at the red coating her mouth. It should taste like bile, like ash in her mouth, like every other piece of prey she'd ever tasted and wrinkled her muzzle at. Instead, it tasted like what the elders would describe as honey.
She didn't understand. Why had she done that? It makes her feel little again, and maybe that's why her words warp, turning back into how she used to refer to herself as a kit, turning choppier and more unintelligible. "Ber is sorry. Didn't mean. Is so. Why Ber hurt? Why! Not understand. Need. Lightningstorm?" And then Seedpaw's voice, coming out of her own mouth, as if reprimanding herself. "This is Straws' fault. Hurt family."
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stocky dark gray tabby with a beige overcoat and bright blue eyes; silver tongue t2
[ windclan tunneler apprentice | tomcat | 9 moons | mischievous, charismatic, adventurous ]
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Newleaf had sprung (less exciting when it doesn't rhyme), and Gracklepaw just came in after a full day of chasing dandelion puffs and basking in the sun. He'd been born during late greenleaf/early leaf-fall, so this was his first newleaf! It was bright, and wonderful, and—
Achoo!
Lots... of fuzzy stuff in the air. It tickled. But nothing dampened his spirits!
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