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Base by Cocoroll, color by Cloverspring ASHPAW
Shadowclan Apprentice | 6 Moons | A fluffy, pale grey tom with green eyes and a black-tipped tail.
Silver Tongue T1 | Mind Reader
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Ashpaw looked up as the stick, more like a branch, was lowered down into the tunnel and braced by Dawnstar. He hesitated a moment. That was awfully high to climb and he really didn't want to fall again. Would he be as lucky the second time dropping into the hole... or wind up with a crooked, bloody muzzle like Houndpaw? It sure didn't sound all that great to him.
It didn't take long for Houndpaw to get up, though. He also seemed to hesitate for a moment before finally deciding to just climb up first. The larger apprentice seemed to get up fine. The stick didn't break or anything. Ashpaw glanced at Sleepysunrise before turning his attention back up. Now both Dawnstar and Houndpaw were bracing the stick. The young apprentice's tail tip twitched back and forth for a moment before he finally stepped forward. Surely, this couldn't be that complicated.
Plenty of cats climbed things.
So, the fluffy grey tom started to climb. Even being braced, the way it bent and wiggled beneath him was off-putting. Uncomfortable, to put it simply. Still, he made it most of the way up, trying hard to focus on getting out of the hole that they had found themselves trapped in. He couldn't help but wonder how much trouble they would be in. Was this clan chores worthy? They would almost definitely have to find a way to fill in this hole. Yeah, that would probably be part of their punish-
Ashpaw's hind paw slipped. A quick, surprised gasp escaped him as he almost fell right back down. His front claws sank into the wood while his rear paws hung and kicked out in search of a perch somewhere, only finding air beneath him. His fur bristled at the uncomfortable sensation and he heaved as much as he could to try and pull himself back up. The best he could do was on shoulder over the branch as his back paws uselessly scrabbled at the branch and his other foreleg worked a bit like a brace.
He was so close. The fluffy apprentice looked up. "Ah... help...!" He practically squeaked. He really didn't want to fall back down.
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ׂ╰┈➤ Sleepysunrise ✘ Shc Medicine Cat ←
☽ She/Her, 14 Moons ✧.* Petite dark semi-long-furred feline with white tufts across her body, white freckles and piercing blue eyes ☾
Shadow Fiend * CALL ME MONSTER * Silk Spinner * Purrk
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"Ooooohhh, Cold."
Sleepysunrise dramatically ooh-ed as she recovered from his playful jab, pushing back against him with a laugh and teasing look. She hadn't thought him to be the type to not care about an apprentice's death, or maybe she did -- Sleepysunrise had never bothered to think about it. Settling down and tucking her paws beneath her, she was having fun listening to the little bird yap on. "The old man's old though, you never know what might enter his mind."
She hummed, amused. She knew very well Hawkbite was still spry as ever and probably wouldn't lose his mind anytime soon (look who's talking), but she couldn't help but poke fun at his advanced age and the stereotype of crazy old lunatics. How funny would it be if their very own commander went down that path? HAH! Entirely ignoring the cats such as her Grandmother, who might as well be twice his age but were still "young" and strong as ever. She just wanted to poke some fun at the old man.
"Hah! I bet you won't."
The topic shifted after her blurted out question, Sleepysunrise moving to rest his chin on her paws; a rare moment where she let most her guard down, a subtle sign she believed Rookfire to be of no threat to her. Or in general, really. He was a good boy, and Sleepysunrise didn't feel as distrustful of him as she did some others, even with all the talk of a prophecy. It hadn't come true yet, now had it? The dead always did have a lot to say, and it wasn't always true. The young medic hummed, cracking an eye open to look out over the clearing and then Rookfire. "How is that going for you? As far as I can tell, that mind of yours is still nice and locked up within that rock we call a skull."
Unlike some people. She tapped her head. She was calling him not-crazy, be happy. "How could anyone possibly loose their mind, anyway."
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'ooooh cold' rookfire just snorted dismissively. why would be grieve cats not even smart enough to keep themselves from dying without any outside thread? he wouldnt expect anycat to grieve him if he were to die, and even less so if it happened stupidly. perhaps that was what set him apart from the apprentices, born into shadowclan and expecting praise for little more than existing.
"if thats the case i recon he'll have ta' retire" a shrug, non commital as ever. "hawkbite isnt old though, just cuz youre barely old enough to talk doesnt mean anyone else is one paw in the grave eh" he was pretty sure mistlewhisker and dawnstar were older than hawkbite, not to mention twilightstar who, from what he'd heard, appeared to be damn near immortal.
"mh, havent thought about killing a clanmate since magpiecove finally ranked up n left me alone" rookfire replied, dry sarcasm making the words almost bone dry. angular head turned, eyes no longer halfheartedly scanning the clearing but instead focussed on sleepysunrise again. for a moment, he didnt speak, just thought. while he couldnt remember ever subconsciously classifying the younger feline a threat, not like hawkbite or even certain enforcers, she was still dawnstars granddaughter and not particularly unpopular at that. his social standing wasnt threatened here, but he didnt want to spill his guts to someone thatd turn around and cackle about it until rookfire did think about killing a clanmate again.
"its a saying. you dont literally lose anything"
[ hes a man of few words i fear ]
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✮" in all timelines, in all possibilities,.. only you. "✮
Doeflame wasn't one to be awake in the middle of the night. She slept like a log most of the time, but tonight nature called, and she found herself rising from her nest and stumbling bleary-eyed through the clearing and to the dirtplace.
When she came back a few minutes later, she was more awake; her eyes had adjusted to the darkness and her mind was clear. As she walked across the clearing, she noticed something she hadn't seen before. An apprentice, or maybe an older kit, lying alone in the clearing.
As much as she wanted to return to the warmth of the warrior's den, curiosity overtook her, and Doeflame found herself padding up to the tom. What was his name? She racked her brains, but came up blank. She had never been the best with names, and she didn't often interact with cats his age. Okay, that was fine, she didn't need to know what he was called. "Hey," she said, voice cutting through the silence of the clearing. "Whatcha doing out here in the cold? Surely it's nicer in the apprentices' den. Or the nursery, I guess. You a kit or an apprentice?"
BASSPAW
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The common response would have been for Basspaw to startle from the sudden sound of another cat's voice breaking the solitude, but he was much too relaxed and a fair amount sleepy for any kind of physical reaction.
With his body still at a comfortable laying stance, the apprentice turned his head to face his clanmate's direction, still remembering and caring to present polite etiquette. He had seen this warrior around a little bit, but not very much at all, and he wasn't sure he'd ever heard her name before — or at least, put the name to the face.
“You're right, it'd very much be nicer in the Apprentices' Den....” It was always pretty warm in there 'cus they were all squished together, and the sound of other cats snoring was a little comforting, a brief and subtle reminder that they were all together — one big family. He found it very endearing to be around, though he didn't often think too much about it. Today just felt... reflective. “I just wanted to get away for a little. Do my own thing, y'know? It's kind of nice to have personal time every once in a while, and it feels a lot more special when not many other people are up.”
He'd already kind of indirectly answered her question, but if she hadn't been sure of his rank, it'd probably be useful for her to know his name. “I'm Basspaw, if you were wondering :)” he offered, giving the warrior a soft and kind smile, an invitation for her to share her name as well.
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// sorry for the late response! no obligation to reply if you're busy : )
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“what a lovely misunderstanding
it got you smiling!
and because of such lovely misunderstanding
i’m smiling too”
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╔══ ≪ °❈° ≫ ══╗ Icedawn
White she-cat with very pale, barely visible rosette spots and mint eyes.
She/Her | 13 Moons| + every 6th | ShadowClan Warrior | Selectively Mute
Purrks:
Well Insulated [Permanently Active] • Mind Reader [Permanently Active]
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. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.
Icedawn drew in a breath, looking at the sky as the clouds drifted across it. She could definitely get used to being a warrior. She didn't feel like a warrior. Perhaps she was yet to be put into situations that made her feel as such.
{OPEN-ish?}
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BASSPAW
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The apprentice had been thinking recently, and he wanted to get to know a lot more of his clanmates better. He'd talked to a few, and so far it'd always been pleasant, but he really didn't know most of these cats at all! And he supposed that was common and normal, there were a lot of other cats in ShadowClan, but he felt some internal sense of urgency in becoming more immersed in his Clan's community and befriending other people. Or at least trying. Starting a conversation. Something.
He had a very relaxed personality and was not pushy at all, and he understood most other people didn't place the same emphasis that he did on socializing. To be frank, he wasn't really that much of an extrovert at all. Basspaw just wanted to feel close with the people around him, and he figured a step in that direction was just talking to people, even if no further conversation or friendship came out of it.
Hence, the lad found himself walking up to Icedawn, vaguely recognizing her but never having spoken to her. He wasn't sure if she looked open to conversation, but she didn't look.... busy, so he proceeded. “Hey ^_^” Basspaw greeted, his voice soft and the inflection in his tone marking the greeting open-ended.
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“what a lovely misunderstanding
it got you smiling!
and because of such lovely misunderstanding
i’m smiling too”
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