꧁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."
art by Daragca / GRACKLEPAW \
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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Berryshine is RiverClan's medicine cat!
she has a semi-closed den policy.
Songpaw all but skipped into the apprentice’s den, humming happily. She searched the nests for a familiar pelt, gently nudging him when she found him. “Stars?” She murmured gently, blinking sleepily. “S-Stars! Guess what?” Her voice soft as she purred, she couldn’t wait to share this news with him.
Ashpaw came back in the apprentice den from a patrol — it had been raining, and his fur was wet. He started grooming himself, but he knew he had to wait for the water to dry. He definitely hated rain. At least he managed to get some chervil — Lighningstorm needed it for the sick cats. The apprentice sat down in a shadowy corner of the den, observing the other cats.
TheRedWyvern is reading a book in a shadowy corner.
Cloverspring is eating a snack.
Myling is frantically looking around for ice cream.
Splashcloud is talking for no reason...
Foxy is graffiting the wall with poorly-drawn pixel art
Crane is watching She-ra and cheering very loudly when Adora and Catra kiss
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| WindClan Apprentice | She/her | 9 moons [age up every other 6th] | x/100 | Mentions; Open... |
TW: blood, death, fear, panic.
It's dark. It's night. She should be asleep. But she is not. She is in pain. She does not know why. She ponders if she's dying again, and scarcely suppresses panic. Its a rabid creature, thrashing about in her chest. It seemed Burn's swoop had brought back memories. Owlpaw didn't like memories.
Auburn is afraid. It's dark. The darkness is closing in. Auburn is never afraid, which makes it worse. She has a bad feeling. "Ma?" Aubs calls out softly. Her mother grunts, showing she's listening. "I'm 'fraid." The words almost never ebb from her muzzle. "You're fine." Ma replies quietly, gently swishing her tail over the kit. Auburn is afraid for good reason. She is afraid because she had seen Cerulean today. Cerulean had been talking to the wrong cat. She was not allowed to talk to the North Side family. They were evil. Ma said that. Cerulean said not to tell, but Auburn knew she should tell. In fact, she was going to do just that before sounds exploded in the den. She was confused. Fur. Teeth. Snarl. Bark. DOG. Instantly, Auburn was squashed beneath Ma's flung body and wailed in horror. Dog. Dog. Fox? Dog? She didn't know which. Fear. Blood. Her fur. HER TAIL IS HURT ITS TORN. RUN. RUN. FEAR. GONE. NORTH SIDE. HERE. ALL. CERULEAN'S. FAULT. RUN. HIDE. HOME. GONE. CAN'T. BREATHE--
Owlpaw doesn't realize she can't breathe. Wait, no, she does, but its all funny. Her mouth is buzzy with panic, and she clings to her nest like a lifeline. "Stop." She whispers, trembling. She had forgotten somehow. She had thought Cerulean was good. Sister was good. She loved sis. She... she THOUGHT she had... Memories poured in. Blood. Tears. Crying. Memories blur with reality. Screams echo in her heartbeat. What's going on? There's blood in her eyes. No, tears. Her blurred, blotchy vision sees red. Fear. No. No. No. No. Blood on her paws. What happened? She gasps and wheezes, for some reason the air doesn't seem to reach her lungs. Is the blood real? Is it death? No. It is not death. Is it? No.
The pain is not her throat. It's her lungs. PUNCTURED. SHE HAS PUNCTURED THEM. Right? No. Breathe. Think. Yes. No. Air doesn't reach her logic. She has no logic. Only fear. Her paws buzz. Her chest hurts. Her head hurts. Everything. hurts. She had taken her clawed paws and desperately dragged them over her ears to hide the voices. Moth mentioned voices. Was this them? She had caused shallow claw wounds that bled in some spots as they scoured from just behind her ears to her the beginning of her front legs. Ow. Hurt. Breathe. Please. Claws dug into Moss, trying to ground herself.
what has become of her?
↳-"I'm just a girl!"-༉‧₊˚✧
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"There was no one in the town and no one in the field
this dusty, barren land had given all it could yield..."
Coldpaw was pouting. She should be in the medicine cat's den right now (and by all means she was), but this rper wanted to get an activity post out during their hiatus and didn't know where else to post. So Coldpaw was pouting, sitting in a nest.
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Sleepysunrise is ShadowClan's current Medicine Cat.
She has a Semi-Closed den policy.
Littlepaw tucked into her nest, exhausted from her assessment. For the first time in her apprenticeship, she'd worked until she had little energy left. So, the moss and feathers greeted her with warmth and sleep took over within no time.
| Gnawingpaw | 6 Moons - WindClan Apprentice
Lyrebird's Lullaby - Active | Well Insulated - Active | Bilingual [T1] - Active
Dina.
The nickname hurts as if she had been struck across the face with a massive, clawed paw. Its force so much she can feel herself falter, taking a step back as even the conviction in her face seems to flicker, hurt clear across her young features. Dina. Dina used to have things straight. She could keep her sister safe. Help Ber with the unruly and weaker members of their family. Both immediate and somewhat more distantly related.
Gnawingpaw though? Gnawingpaw was a mess. Gnawingpaw had lost Seeds. Had lost her place among the treasures. And apparently was unable to take accountability and apologize to the one cat that deserved it. Because she knew Ber had it rough. She was the eldest, and she had to wrangle up the rockheads and keep them from making complete asses of themselves. She wouldn't have lost Seeds though. She was still competent. That's why she'd been bitten, wasn't it? So why is it that Ber was the one apologizing now?!
"Stop that..." the calico mumbled, looking away as her sister seemed to crumble before her.
Again, the words were wrong. She was supposed to apologize. To reinforce that it wasn't Ber's fault. Not because she was like her father... weak and pathetic and always taking all the blame. But because she didn't want this. She couldn't be the idiot that had lost Seeds and broken Ber. She would not be the reason this family got torn apart.
And then she heard Seeds speaking. Blaming Ber. It was more than she could take. Gnawingpaw snapped, a snarl on her face as her pale, green glare settled on Ber once more, the corners stinging with a wet weakness she refused to fall prey to. Hackles raised, she took a step forward, raising a paw as if to strike at Ber for daring to put words in Seeds' mouth that Seeds herself would never have said. Never have thought, even. Yet her paw stayed suspended in the air, unable to strike down. Because even with this simmering rage she currently felt, she couldn't bring herself to do it. To strike down family. Damn it... she really was turning soft.
"You stop that. Now. Right now," she mewed, her attempts at sounding stern and commanding coming across as meek and lost. Like a kit that was trying to convince itself it wasn't afraid of the dark. "Seeds wouldn't... She wouldn't say that! She would say something like... like... Stop. Please. I don't like this. because we were fighting... Or something weak like that. She would never... never blame you. Never blame me. Even if it's my fault!"
Gnawingpaw shut her eyes, tiny ears flat on her head as shame coursed through her. There. She had finally admitted it. Ber could get properly angry at her like she deserved. Could stop lying about Seeds, because their sister was better than that. Could deliver the final blow and throw her from the nest. Tell her she no longer belonged... because she didn't. She hadn't for some time.
"Not Dina. No more. Now Gnawing. Lost. You go," she mumbled in Ber's voice, as if preparing not just herself but her sister for what she had to do.
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Berryshine is RiverClan's medicine cat! 
