As the new friend introduced himself as seapaw wisp smiled brightly. A friend was just what they needed in this new land and perhaps they had just found the right one, although a tad awkward wisp'paw was already enjoying their company. ah so we're broth prone to something silly and daydreaming is a lot better than sleeping through your training like me. wisp laughed heartily the corners of his eyes crinkling up slightly. So seapaw is there anything fun to do while being stuck in camp. Although sleeping and daydreaming are great pass times im sure there are better things we could possibly do together..perhaps a game? OH! I know!! we can play the game with the ball of moss and add our own rules!! They had rambled on unaware if seapaw was even following their train of thought but alas the train pushed forward. Who ever scores gets to ask the other a question. So we can pay and get to know each other at the same time. That is if you'd be willing to play with me? Wisp'paw turned a hopeful smile on seapaw their silvery blue eyes glinting in excitement.
Seapaw
he/they - 13 moons
Go with the flow, Mind Reader
They giggled, "very true!" They couldn't imagine falling asleep during training - getting lost in thought made things hard enough. Anything fun to do... Hmhmhm... To be honest, Seapaw was very good at lazing about and just thinking all the time. It was almost as thought they never stopped thinking about stuff. Sunbathing was nice, but maybe a bit boring. Plus, it wasn't all that sunny today. Sometimes he helped out in the nursery, but he couldn't imagine that being much of an exciting activity. Luckily, though, Wisppaw had already had their own idea. A moss game, huh? He tilted his head. Seemed fun! "Oh, yea! That sounds good!" They grinned, feeling a lot less anxious. (Why were they even doing feeling anxious in the first place?? They were usually totally confident in social situations!!) "Do you wanna, do like, a game of catch? Or, like, I try and kick the moss past you?" He glanced about, searching for any sign of moss. Oh! There was some growing on the rock wall of the apprentice den! They bounced over, collecting some, then returned with a little ball.
4 moons / male
"I am not your pet, I never liked you, I don't care about you, I won't wait for you, I bite"
The nest wasn't exactly all that ember had made it to be..turns out an adoptive dead beat dad will always be a dead beat. Dog's eyes scanned his messily thrown together nest, frantically searching for his small pebble he kept in it. With a defeated grunt of anger the wirey tom kit sat down. He always does this..says he's gonna get better and try and he never does..some dad you turned out to be. While muttering under his breath made him feel a bit better and as he still couldn't tear his gaze away from the hastily made nest. At least ember'night had attempted to help him with his nest. Guess he must've been busy is all..
Grabbing the left over moss that was dumped beside his nest he began to diligently fix it. Though the moss was light he began to feel a dull ache in his limbs after a while so a break was being took..when..Who is that... the sight of a rather weird looking fellow caught his attention. Nest forgotten he stared at them with rapt attention. Dog saw a smile and as quick as it has come it vanished from the others face. A small smile was forming on his own face as he slowly made his way over, careful to give the other cat their space and his own space was needed. Dog didn't like to be touched much or rather he didn't like being near others in general but this guy looked lonely so here he was.
Kneading at the soft sandy ground of the nursery he found himself unable to start a conversation so the first few moments were awkward silence. Clearing his throat he spoke in a low voice trying not to draw anyone else's attention, I'm dog'kit..i haven't seen you around much..or well at all. He tried to relax his frame but it was as if his body had frozen itself in a rigid straight position. A look of dismay flashed through his eyes before he blinked it away.
__________________________ = Hunterkit =
" so i'll save it 'till i'm dead "
he/him - 3 moons
Well this was weird. Yes, Hunterkit was just complaining his social life sucked, but now that a cat was talking to him he had no idea what to say. Curling his tail around his own paws and shifting a tiny bit away as the other kit sat down, he mulled over what he was supposed to do now. Eyes narrowed slightly he sized them up. They were taller than him, but no noticeable battle scars, so obviously not an apprentice or someone who's training. Boring. Probably around his own age. He couldnt get much of a judge on their character other than 'shy-ish', maybe they were like himself- a cat striving for greatness, or perhaps they were like everyone else in this place. Boring and lazy. His gaze shifted off of the stranger casually, as if deciding they weren't a threat. If only Snakeheart was in Riverclan still.. then there would be at least one cat that understood the complexity that is Hunterkit. Sure, he was sure there must've been other interesting and like-minded cats at some point, but Snakeheart and him were different. Cooler. More dedicated, he decided stoically. As for this cat? He needed to observe them more to understand their work ethic and worth to the clan.
Was sizing them up also an excuse not to start the conversation? Oh absolutely. But Hunterkit would never admit his social skills were that bad, not even to his subconscious, so he let the silence, however mildly uncomfortable, sink in until the other cat broke it.
Sight swiftly switching back to 'Dogkit' as he cleared his throat, the dark tomkit flicked his ear slightly. This guy looked tense. Not intense, not at all. But just tense. "Hunterkit, he responded after a moment or two of purposefully 'dark' and 'mysterious' silence, mixed with a judgemental-ish stare. "I haven't been here for all that long." okay a moon and a half was a quite awhile, but all he did was sit in shadows and hide from social interactions as much as possible, basically what he wished he was doing right now, so did it really count? Conversations are too much effort anyways, (he says after wishing he had a social life). Dogkit though? Interesting name. Houndkit would've been cooler, it sounds stronger, oooh or Wolfkit. Wolves are very strong, at least from what Hunterkit had heard. He supposed Dogkit was an acceptable name. Dogs could be a bit cool, but Hunterkit usually pictured them as the yippy little creature that lived next door; loud, fluffy, and oddly feral for a pet. Not exactly the right definition for this cat. Honestly though? Anything was better for any cat that isnt Sir mr mittenton meower the III.
Oh wait- how do conversations work? Was he supposed to say something now?? He had basically been sitting in silence while considering name variations of 'Dog' "Uhm-" the stammer left his maw before he could think properly about what to say. He cleared his throat quickly, to try and cover it up, embarrassment welling up hot in his ears. "Your name is cool-ish. Dogs are interesting, the big ones are dangerous, though most of the ones i've seen aren't big ones." He panicked, sorta a lie but sorta the truth, re: his thoughts 10 seconds ago. "Not much to do around here, is there?" a desperate attempt to regain his cool, and impartial appearance. This was a disaster. Hunterkit made a vow to himself to never have a social interaction again, or wish he had a social life.
Pikepaw was in the lead once more and he squealed with sheer excitement, trying and failing not to laugh as Claypaw took another tumble. He wasn’t alone in his lack of jumping skills then, that felt nice.
”Beating ya!!!” He shouted taking another hop closer to the camp entrance. Before once again tripping over his own feet and eating dirt, just how many times could a cat fall?
Claypaw couldn't help but laugh as Pikepaw also took yet another tumble himself. But she couldn't let that distract her now! The camp entrance was so close, and Pikepaw's fall was letting things stay neck and neck! Just a few more hops away! A few more tiring hops. Really, who would have guessed jumping this much would require this much energy? Who cared, if the end was in sight! "I'm gonna beat you!"
°•☆Shorepaw•°☆
He/They || 12 Moons || Riverclan Apprentice ❝Child, do not fear the thorns; walk barefoot, and you will find something precious. ❞
Wow. This was weird. Shorepaw was..Riverclan. Back home. But, it didn't really feel like home. Not as much as it used to. He wasn't gone for a crazy amount of time. Why'd it feel wrong to be here? Shorepaw shoved away the thoughts, focusing his attention to the clearing. Clanmates. He didn't recognize a damn cat here, which meant he really felt like an outsider. No cat that he could talk to. The tom sat at the edge of the clearing silently observing the clan. Maybe he could latch on to some randos mannerisms and hope everyone didn't hate him. He didn't know how to interact with them. Shorepaw is beyond thrilled he's back, but he didn't consider what would happen when he got home. Now it was too late for him to actually do any planning, he was already here. So, he could sit. And regret not planning. And pray and hope some cat came up to him to have just a regular conversation and not bring up anything relating to Shorepaw in any capacity at all. Because he didn't want that. If only he was a warrior, then he could hunt and not have any awkward conversations while still being useful. But, alas. He couldn't. Not alone. The tom sighed to himself as his tail flicked behind him
DOG'KIT
4 moons | male
"I am not your pet, I never liked you, I don't care about you, I won't wait for you, I bite"
Perhaps it was the way hunterkit was sizing him up that made his ears pin slightly back. If he hated anything it was being sized. Or well touching was the other..ok ok dog didn't like much. But hunterkit looked cool so he quickly over looked the whole sizing thing. Shifting his weight from paw to paw he nodded to himself, this guy was terrible at talking..but what did it matter there weren't any cool cats in the nursery anyway. Yeah dogs...I took the name after the thing that killed my litter-mates. It's supposed to be a reminder of what I'll kill to get my sibling's revenge... he went quiet for a few moments. He didn't want to exactly elaborate on why or how his sibling's died. Or how exactly he ended up in riverclan to begin with. Yes most dog's around here are indeed..on the smaller side but where I grew up they were much bigger. Perhaps when I have avenged my fallen family then i will change my name for something cooler.
Dog's head turned slightly to gaze at hunter'kit. I joined riverclan two moons ago, it's not that bad once you get used to it. Wisp'paw also recently joined...I don't speak to them much or to anyone anymore but you seemed cool enough. At the mention of moss ball or something to do he thought for a second. what exactly is there to do around here? I mean I don't know many games but..we could uhm.. Dog'kits voice trailed off as he began to think of something to do. Weren't there streams in the camp? Maybe trying to catch minnows would be fun. We could attempt to catch the minnows that swim in the streams that run through camp? It would be a good way to practice hunting for the future. The loser has to spill their deepest secrets or well call in a favor later on.
WISP'PAW
11 moons | non-binary ( AMAB )
" I'd sell my own bone's for sapphire stone's cus' blue is your favorite color "
Maybe it was the way he smiled or maybe it was their laughter but something about sea'paw made wisp'paw giddy. Hmm I was thinking we could try and get it past each other for a round or two? As they watched sea'paw bound over to collect moss they could't help but trail after them putting one clumsy paw in-front of the other. Looming over the slightly smaller cat wisp busied themselves with simply watching. They never learned how to wad the moss into a ball shape only to harvest it for nesting and for collecting water. I've never been shown how to wad it into a ball. Is there like a certain way or do you just..wad it up until it's ball shaped? Wisp's silky white fur swayed gently as a small breeze passed them both by carrying the scent of flowers and just freshness.
I love the scent of flowers..I used to sit in a field of them before I was cast out. It would go on forever a large grassy field of flowers.. A
saddened look crossed their eyes before they gently shook it away. Right! There's no time to be sad when we've got a game to play!! Staying positive was something that wisp was working on. Although known to get sleepier depending on their mood they had learned sadness makes them the sleepiest.
Not far now, he wasn’t about to get beaten. Pikepaw was spurred onwards with his jumps, neck and neck with Claypaw. Finally reaching the finish line, with what felt like only a hair breadth of a winning jump. He’d done it, he’d won but not by much. He collapsed in a lump dragging in his heaving breath. ”I…..DID……IT!!!” The enthusiasm in his voice was palpable, he took a moment to catch his breath then sat up. Leaning forward and offering to touch noses in a very good display of sportsmanship towards Claypaw. ”That was CLOSE!” The youngster giggled heartily, clearly flushed from the race.
Claypaw made one, final big leap towards the camp entrance, the pounce wind-up costing her the win. She took one final tumble, her legs splayed out and chest heaving. "Gahhh..." Losing didn't feel all that bad when it was such a close race. She touched noses with Pikepaw, and couldn't help but laugh. "That was great! We should do it again sometime. Maybe try doin' it somewhere outside've camp. Oh, congrats an' all that too."
RippleNose lay near the edge of the clearing, enjoying the sun
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Pikepaw purred in amusement as Claypaw collapsed with exhaustion, but quickly returned his nose bump. ”Thanks! That was awesome, I bet there’s great places to race outside of camp sometime!” he smiled and his eyes lit up.
”I take it we’re friends now? Even if I beat ya?” He teased, tail flickering.
Pikepaw watched a tad flustered as she said thank you. Oh Starclan was that it? Had he just permanently made a complete fool of himself. An embarrassment he would never ever recover from? Pikepaw wasn’t entirely sure but he was quite ready to brush past this all together. Okay Pikepaw, time to be smooth and cool, his jaw clenched as he regained his composure as swiftly as he possibly could.
”So ummm.. Battle bugs? You never played it?” He shuffled his paws underneath him, trying desperately to think of a way to explain that would cover up his outburst. ”So you find some buggy competitors and you make an arena, put lots of obstacles in and make sure they can’t get out.” Another paw shuffling moment as his voice faltered for a second. Pikepaw cleared his throat. ”Then you choose two and put them in the arena and make em’ fight, I can err show you sometime if you wanna watch.” Saying it outloud made it sound a little barbaric if Pikepaw was being honest. But the victors always loved it so why not sacrifice a couple of competitors along the way.
”What do you like to do in ya spare time?” His grey head tipped to one side with the question. Did she have any interesting hobbies perhaps? Something like stone skipping or maybe she just liked to nap. Whatever it was going to be Pikepaw presumed it would be pretty darn awesome.
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