She is silent, escaping the apprentice den with a sense of pride as it rushed through her body. Head twisting to see if she could spot him. Not her father, no, she liked him. But he was still here, he had just been given a warrior name and now Hornet position. Anger rose through Wrenpaw. He had been terrible. Even worse than anyone wins ever knew. Father had said things about Wolfhive, and that’s all wind knew about him. Father was never wrong. Wrenpaw was sure of that.
Grey kitten weaves through her clan mates to make her way into the right wing of the clearing. She would wait for her real siblings or father to appear. If her half sibling was here, Wrenpaw needed to keep watch.
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“to stand in my path, but i can't be stopped
typical hero, you're so hypocritical
call me a cynic, at least i'm consistent”
they woke from their nap with a kick, striking out in a random direction with a grunt. it was practice, training for when they inevitably would be attacked in their sleep. mhm. shrikepaw was certain that one day this would be the skill that saved them, their ability to fight while sleepy. and right now, shrikepaw was sleepy. but that was okay! they would become the ultimate-future-warrior-beefolk later. for now, they were just shrikepaw.
and they were okay with that! mhm, they were totally chill with the present, because it was the future that mattered. for now they just had to train well enough to be fathers favorite (cause no way was that nerd wrenpaw going to beat them!) speaking of their favorite nerd, as they rolled out of their nest, shrike couldn’t help but notice that the goober was gone! missing! wind had probably snuck out. mhm, definitely. shrikepaw would bring wind back to camp and become a hero! yeah!
jumping to their feet, they stumbled out of the den, blue eyes wide as they scanned the ground for any trace of their sister. hmmm. it was hard to be a detective with so much to see. so many sights! so many smells! so many cats! they would never get over how much fun it was in the clearing, never the same, always changing, always interesting. always fun! shrikepaw liked fun. mhm, that they did.
it wasn’t until they had reached the center of the clearing that they noticed their sibling. with sudden clarity, the dark-furred cat slipped back into the shadows, skirting the edge of the clearing in an attempt to stay hidden. they crept up behind wind, dragging their paws across the ground before attempting to leap on top of wind. “BOO! WREN! WREN! DID I GET YA? ARE YA SCARED?”
Turquoise eyes flitted aimlessly across the clearing a moment before landing on one of their counterparts. Their little flock. Hope blooming in her heart, Kestrelpaw took a single step out of the apprentice's den where she'd been hiding, wanting to make her way over to her sister - to do what? Kestrelpaw had no idea - but faltered when a blur of fur bounded past her without prior warning, causing the four-moon-old apprentice to fall back on her rump with an oomph of surprise.
"Shrikepaw..." The young apprentice began, voice (unfortunately) whiny as she stomped over (because if she didn't stomp over, she would sit in the apprentice's den and hide because of how left out she always felt, like a stranger in her own skin), but neither of her siblings seemed to pay her heed. Huffing and puffing, the apprentice put on her best haughty face - except it only helped to make her look like she'd just sat on something sharp. "You pushed me!" This was said with an additional stamp of her pale white foot. Okay, Shrikepaw hadn't really pushed her, but... well... Fine! Kestrelpaw didn't have a valid reason aside from the fact that she wanted attention.
"Wrenpaw, they pushed me!"
[ @Demeter - Wrenpaw / @carmen - Shrikepaw | Shamelessly copying your tag oops tell me if i should swap it >< ]
warblerpaw heard three of his siblings meowing out in the clearing. no way they were gonna get to have playtime when he didn't! he scrambled out, snorting a laugh at kestrelpaw's tumbling. ' whatcha doin'? falling all over the place. ' he didn't reeeally mean to be so rude, but dad had taught him that being strong was the only way to get what you want! and if strong meant rude.. well.. who was he to disobey mountaintalon?
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' i didn't lose it babe
there wasn't much to find '
She is silent, escaping the apprentice den with a sense of pride as it rushed through her body. Head twisting to see if she could spot him. Not her father, no, she liked him. But he was still here, he had just been given a warrior name and now Hornet position. Anger rose through Wrenpaw. He had been terrible. Even worse than anyone wins ever knew. Father had said things about Wolfhive, and that’s all wind knew about him. Father was never wrong. Wrenpaw was sure of that.
Grey kitten weaves through her clan mates to make her way into the right wing of the clearing. She would wait for her real siblings or father to appear. If her half sibling was here, Wrenpaw needed to keep watch.
they woke from their nap with a kick, striking out in a random direction with a grunt. it was practice, training for when they inevitably would be attacked in their sleep. mhm. shrikepaw was certain that one day this would be the skill that saved them, their ability to fight while sleepy. and right now, shrikepaw was sleepy. but that was okay! they would become the ultimate-future-warrior-beefolk later. for now, they were just shrikepaw.
and they were okay with that! mhm, they were totally chill with the present, because it was the future that mattered. for now they just had to train well enough to be fathers favorite (cause no way was that nerd wrenpaw going to beat them!) speaking of their favorite nerd, as they rolled out of their nest, shrike couldn’t help but notice that the goober was gone! missing! wind had probably snuck out. mhm, definitely. shrikepaw would bring wind back to camp and become a hero! yeah!
jumping to their feet, they stumbled out of the den, blue eyes wide as they scanned the ground for any trace of their sister. hmmm. it was hard to be a detective with so much to see. so many sights! so many smells! so many cats! they would never get over how much fun it was in the clearing, never the same, always changing, always interesting. always fun! shrikepaw liked fun. mhm, that they did.
it wasn’t until they had reached the center of the clearing that they noticed their sibling. with sudden clarity, the dark-furred cat slipped back into the shadows, skirting the edge of the clearing in an attempt to stay hidden. they crept up behind wind, dragging their paws across the ground before attempting to leap on top of wind. “BOO! WREN! WREN! DID I GET YA? ARE YA SCARED?”
Turquoise eyes flitted aimlessly across the clearing a moment before landing on one of their counterparts. Their little flock. Hope blooming in her heart, Kestrelpaw took a single step out of the apprentice's den where she'd been hiding, wanting to make her way over to her sister - to do what? Kestrelpaw had no idea - but faltered when a blur of fur bounded past her without prior warning, causing the four-moon-old apprentice to fall back on her rump with an oomph of surprise.
"Shrikepaw..." The young apprentice began, voice (unfortunately) whiny as she stomped over (because if she didn't stomp over, she would sit in the apprentice's den and hide because of how left out she always felt, like a stranger in her own skin), but neither of her siblings seemed to pay her heed. Huffing and puffing, the apprentice put on her best haughty face - except it only helped to make her look like she'd just sat on something sharp. "You pushed me!" This was said with an additional stamp of her pale white foot. Okay, Shrikepaw hadn't really pushed her, but... well... Fine! Kestrelpaw didn't have a valid reason aside from the fact that she wanted attention.
"Wrenpaw, they pushed me!"
[ @Demeter - Wrenpaw / @carmen - Shrikepaw | Shamelessly copying your tag oops tell me if i should swap it >< ]
warblerpaw heard three of his siblings meowing out in the clearing. no way they were gonna get to have playtime when he didn't! he scrambled out, snorting a laugh at kestrelpaw's tumbling. ' whatcha doin'? falling all over the place. ' he didn't reeeally mean to be so rude, but dad had taught him that being strong was the only way to get what you want! and if strong meant rude.. well.. who was he to disobey mountaintalon?
Dear StarClan, it was never a dull day with this lot around.
The noise outside drew Mountaintalon from his nest, and with a shake of his head and a grunt the large tom slipped out of the warriors' den to go collect his unruly flock. "Children," he rumbled as he swept out his tail to draw them close. "Good warriors don't make a fuss over small things. Shrikepaw, paws to yourself for now. Kestrelpaw, keep your voice down. Settle yourselves, all of you. It's late and we wouldn't want to wake anyone."
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