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.
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| 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.
Credits to Rose for header Fireflykit
She/her(afab), Windclan Kit, 3 moons, +1 every 26th
Purrks: None
Mentions: @FrumpyFoxtail (Kestrelpaw)
Fireflykit stared at the feathers for a moment longer before looking up at the apprentice. "Are any of those eagles feathers?" How had one cat gathered this many feathers? It was as if she just found them, but no not possible, so what other way... unless? "Did you kill all those birds to get these feathers?"
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[Echokit for activity]
Echopaw lay in a partially secluded spot, tired. Who new being an apprentice was so hard...Well, me. I always knew it would be like that. he sighed, and closed his eyes a bit.
[OPEN]
__________________ ” If you can't run with your legs, why won't you run with your arms instead?”
| Lightningstorm | 30 Moons - WindClan Medicine Cat Flock Together [Tier 3] - Active | Mind Reader - Active | Dreamwalker - Inactive | Katty Krueger - Inactive
With one final lick of her fur, Lightningstorm took a deep breath, the moonlight beaming down upon her as she let it soak into her skin, appreciating the cool breeze the night had to offer. She wasn't one to exit her den much. Too much to do, especially with all the patients she'd gathered ever since the twolegs had made their presence known. She thanked the stars that Dustbunny had made the medicine cat's den as large as she had. Cowtuft had probably made a mention of how it needed to be big, considering how much space they'd lacked inside his den during the snow plague back in their old camp. And yet even with its size, it felt crowded of late. She wasn't used to the company, having spent most of her life by this point alone, and therefore uncertain of what to do with the company.
Her stomach churned as she raised herself, the sound loud and almost echoing across the mostly empty camp. Kits were fast asleep at this late hour, and most apprentices had retired as well. For the most part, warriors that had an early morning ahead were mostly asleep too. Which meant that for once, she was in the clear to pick whatever she wanted from the prey pile and potentially eat in peace. The thought too tantalizing to not take advantage of, she moved towards the fresh kill, picking a lone pigeon from the selection there and moving closer to the entrance of her den for her meal. This way she would be able to hear any of her temporary denmates if they called for anything. Stars knew she never got a moment to eat, so the odds were high something or other would interrupt her dinner. Such were the charms of a medicine cat's life.
| Open only to warriors, queens and elders as this takes place late enough at night that kits and apprentices shouldn't be out and about. |
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Lightningstorm is WindClan's current medicine cat.
She has a semi-closed den policy.
Re: WindClan Clearing
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