+ Pheasantpaw +
+ She/Her + 8 Moons + Apprentice +
+ A fluffy dark russet molly with green eyes + #PheasantpawThC
"eep!" she squeaked out as Pinepaw started talking and then yelling. The small molly folded her ears back, shrinking back from Pinepaw. "I-uh, EEP!" she squealed, only louder. She turned her head as some tripod clanmate started screaming and throwing a fit. "Loud loud loud loud loud," she whimpered, shaking her head. Soon enough, the shouting stopped and Pheasantpaw was able to calm down. And just in time for new warriors to be named. "T-Treet-tiger!! R-Ris-sings-storm!!" she cheered, green eyes wide with joy for the new warriors. It was a good thing, so why would Pheasantpaw need to be worried right now?
x ghostie is haunting this signature
Bean's favorite staff member Lillian was here
lio sneezed here (achoo)
you see crude graffiti... it spells "velli wuz here"
Rose caught the sickness (oh dear)
My Soul is in @/Ian's basement with some ice cream
Spiderthroat
He/Him || ThunderClan Deputy
Beefed Up Tier III || Just a Scratch || Hulk SMASH
@SuspiciousMindz
Pride swelled in the Calico as he heard his apprentices name get called. Nose twitching as he shot the molly a rare quick side grin before a quick head nod. His first official apprentice that had passed. Two more to go. Fine warriors although this one made him scratch his head slightly. Suspicious somewhat, or maybe they were just creepy he couldn’t tell.
As the name was given the Calico sat up straight, inhaled deeply and went ”TREETIGER!” he barked. One and only one bark. Filled with every feeling of pride and joy he could muster. A toothy grin now plastered on his maw.
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The waves that crashed upon
The rocks that you were trying to walk along
And in my head I heard them play a song
For you and me
Let's get lost at sea
Where they will never find us
Got stars at night to guide us
Rper far too tired to format at the moment (will be done later… maybe), Swanpaw timidly hung within the mouth of the apprentice’s den. She hadn’t attended a meeting in moons, the last one was her apprentice ceremony if her (and Dark’s) memory served correctly. They were chaotic things, scary and often filled with loud noises and chaos. So she avoided them. This time, however, some new warriors were named so she cheered for them both “Treetiger! Risingstorm!” she called out a single time, making sure not to raise her voice too much. Any attention directed towards her would frighten her terribly. Other cats were scary.
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SILVERPAW
THE MANGLED TRIPOD
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LYEBIRDS LULLABYE [ACTIVE]
He Was Cheering The Warriors Names, But Then There Was WolfPaw. He Was In The Medicine Den With Him. A Tripod Too! Then His Words Hit Him... Oh. Right. He Had To Suck It Up And Deal With It. Wolfpaw Could Have Mudhound. He Could Go With Larkswoop! Then A Wave Of Sound Boomed In His Ears... The Half Stand Half Sit He Was In Didnt Help. He Swayed From Side To Side, StarClan... It Was Loud. Ringing. His Fangs Bared As He Slipped Onto His Useless Paw. He Hissed. No. He Had To Stay Strong. He Had To Keep It Together. His Eyes Squeezed Shut, And He Managed To Flip Onto His Other Side. His Tail Curled Near Him. Should He Just.. Run Away? Go Find His Mama? Go Cry To Her About How Terrible This Is? Missing Some Hearing, Half His Sight, A Patch Of Fur And Flesh On His Back, And All Use Of A Leg. How Useful. He Curled Up And Faced Towards The Medicine Den. Poor Wolfpaw. It Wasnt About Him. It Wasnt Him. No. It Was ALL Him. His Hackles Rose As He Slipped Into A Sitting Position, And Got Up. He Slowly Limped Away From The Crowd Of Cats In Pain. He Sat Down A Few Fox-Lengths Away From Ths Others With A Snort.
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[OPEN! This Had Me Crying]
Rper far too tired to format at the moment (will be done later… maybe), Swanpaw timidly hung within the mouth of the apprentice’s den. She hadn’t attended a meeting in moons, the last one was her apprentice ceremony if her (and Dark’s) memory served correctly. They were chaotic things, scary and often filled with loud noises and chaos. So she avoided them. This time, however, some new warriors were named so she cheered for them both “Treetiger! Risingstorm!” she called out a single time, making sure not to raise her voice too much. Any attention directed towards her would frighten her terribly. Other cats were scary.
Ah... What was this? A meeting? Warriors??? And Kestrelpaw hadn't been personally invited?! Acting like this was the biggest calamity to hit earth, the patterned molly side-eyed her denmate. "You were totally gonna say the wrong name, I know it." She huffed, turquoise eyes intent on Swanpaw's face as she leaned into the other feline's personal space. "You see, I kinda have like, super cool mindreading powers. Ask Bumblestar and Wolfwhatshisfa-" Wait, no, she had to act cool. "Wolfhive." BLEH. SHE HAD SAID HIS NAME. Wolfwhatshisface was better. He was kinda cool though, nobody tell Papa.
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