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So, Dustbunny didn't have any more apprentices to train, and now she had too much time on her paws and no clue what to do with it. She would have gone outside, but needed a companion to do that, and despite how good she was with her apprentices, if cats weren't assigned to hang out with her, she wasn't one to bother them. So she spends time checking on the tunnels underneath the camp, reinforcing them, and all that fun stuff. Eventually, her stomach reminds her to eat, and she finishes shoving in one more stone to reinforce the tunnel walls and pops out of the hole behind the nursery.
She's shaking dirt and bugs from her pelt as she circles the nursery and spots a familiar face near the warriors' den. For a mere second, she thinks she missed a training session before recalling they were done with that. Not her apprentice anymore.
"Fleetflash," she purrs, wandering over to the tom, hunger forgotten. "Are you wanting for someone?"
[Have him bug her as much as you want! She'll get lonely and bored otherwise.]
CW: this character often experiences symptoms of PTSD and anxiety.
Fleetflash's ear turned at the sound of familiar pawsteps and voice. He purred in greeting, reaching forward to touch noses with Dustbunny as she approached. "Y-Yes actually...I-I was l-looking for you." He mewed, shuffling his paws. Not with anxiety, though he was a little nervous, but with an almost...giddy energy. "A-Are you h-hungry?" He offered, flicking his tail-tip to the prey pile. Based on her scent and appearance, he could tell she'd been in the tunnels. So she probably was coming back to eat and rest. He felt a little bad interrupting that...but inviting her to share a meal with her was his way of amending that.
Cottonpaw
he/him | Windclan Apprentice | 13 moons The Collector - Lucky Duck T3 - Survival Instinct - Chill of Death The Stowaway Child
Cottonpaw’s head moved on a swivel to find the source of the voice. He was real? Well Cottonpaw was certainly confused but it began to make more sense the further the apprentice spoke. He broke out in a smile, she spoke real weird but Cottonpaw always found himself fond of those who didn’t quite fit in.
”P..p.p.please, j.j.join m.me.” The tom patted a nice looking spot next to his side. He really didn’t mind the company. ”Y.y.yes, t.that’s m.m.m.me. A.a.a.although i.i.it w.a.a.asn’t b.b.b.bitten b.by any r.r.r.real m.m.monster, o.one of t.t.t.t.the t.t.two-l.l.leg t.traps.” He wouldn’t make his story out to be more than it was worth, just a real rotten case of bad luck and being in the wrong place at the wrong time. ”I.i.i’m C.c.cottonp.p.paw, b.b.b.b.but I s.s.suppose y.y.you k.know t.t.t.that?” His words stuttered out, but remained warm non the less.
Credits to Rose for header Fireflykit
She/her(afab), Windclan Kit, 3 moons, +1 every 26th
Purrks: None
Mentions: @FrumpyFoxtail (Kestralpaw)
And it was time! Another attempt at leaving the nursery. No running, she couldn't keep fleeing for her life at the littlest thing. She crept out the nursery, ears at a slight angle. She needed something to distract herself with... Hmmm. At that moment she noticed an apprentice, were those feathers? Curiosity for once was sparked as she made her way on over.
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Disclaimer: Me and my characters do not share similar ideals or emotions, the way they act is not a mirror of how I am feeling.
☆ ☆ | KestrelPaw |
| 8 moons | mildly fluffy auburn mackerel tabby, bright green eyes | "My cousin is off fighting dragons, and what do I get? Guard duty." 23/100
Kestrelpaw blinks at the kit approaching, flicks an ear,
acknowledging,
"Hey there." She meows, putting a certain owl
feather beside a certain sparrow feather.
Organization of her things was important to her, almost as
important as her feather collecting.
La dee da.
Feather beside feather, organization, texture.
mhm.
"What're you up to?" She asks, green eyes flicking toward
FireflyKit, remembering the she-kits presence.
A small thing inside her is a little annoyed, doesn't want to
be distracted from very important feather business.
Kestrel also realizes that, she,
being an apprentice and older than the kit,
she needs to flaunt how important SHE herself is.
She puffs out her fluffy white chest, acting as if she's
important.
Re: WindClan Clearing
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