WindClan Apprentices' Den

[TheRedWyvern]

Originally Posted by Rustleaf

Mosspaw thought for a moment before meowing “Thanks, I needed that.”
Willowpaw licked Mosspaw’s head to comfort him.

Ashpaw nodded. “No problem” he said very quietly. The apprentice eyed the kit, that was presumably searching for his mossball, even though he was talking a lot of time. He’d seen him in the nursery before, he was named Whislekit. Most of the time, he was with his friend Sedgekit, but he wasn’t now. “ Hi Whislekit,” he said. “Here’s your ball,” he said while kicking it towards him with his tail. It didn’t quite arrive to the kit, as Ashkit didn’t play a lot of mossball back in the nursery.

{ @/Rustleaf - Willowpaw & Mosspaw - you can continue or not the rp, I myself don’t have any more ideas of discussion haha || @Badwolf - Whislekit }

[Rustleaf]

Originally Posted by TheRedWyvern

Ashpaw nodded. “No problem” he said very quietly. The apprentice eyed the kit, that was presumably searching for his mossball, even though he was talking a lot of time. He’d seen him in the nursery before, he was named Whislekit. Most of the time, he was with his friend Sedgekit, but he wasn’t now. “ Hi Whislekit,” he said. “Here’s your ball,” he said while kicking it towards him with his tail. It didn’t quite arrive to the kit, as Ashkit didn’t play a lot of mossball back in the nursery.

{ @/Rustleaf - Willowpaw & Mosspaw - you can continue or not the rp, I myself don’t have any more ideas of discussion haha || @Badwolf - Whislekit }

Willowpaw and Mosspaw stayed silent, eventually falling asleep together.

(Consider the rp over )

[nyme]

AND IT NEVER MADE ANY SENSE, ANYTHING

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MAGGOTPAW . 8 MOONS . IT/THEY . WINDCLAN

Maggotpaw has risen before the sun feeling like an iceblock with whiskers, wracked with shivers and numb in its little toes. It's cold. Why is it so cold??? Although its body has started taking the necessary steps to protect against the elements (Maggotpaw cannot remember a time its fur had ever felt so dense, compared to how it usually sits) it is still a bony, weak-pelted thing, and it is not excited for the chill that's been creeping into the air day by day.

Maggotpaw, shivering hard enough that its clacking teeth could be heard in the still-dark den, wobbles up to its paws and sweeps a bleary look around the den. It doesn't care who fixes the cold, but somebody has to fix it. So without a second thought, the pale apprentice collapses into another nest and against another body and it burrows in like its namesake. Sharing is caring.

[ open! ]

[anika]

Dandelionpaw
WindClan Apprentice
a thick-furred, pale-brown-and-white psuedo-tabby she-cat with amber eyes, apprenticed to hawkfur.
She / Her - 9 Moons
4 / 100

Dandelionpaw had just returned to the den whenever she had finished patching up the elders´ den a bit, though it was still sunrise and before dawn. Her amber hues were fixed on her nest, and she halted abruptly at the edge of it, staring down into the dip where another cat lay.

With a sigh, Dandelionpaw prodded her denmate´s side with a snowy paw. ´´Maggotpaw, that´s my nest. Please move back to yours.´´

[ @nyme - Maggotpaw ]

[nyme]

AND IT NEVER MADE ANY SENSE, ANYTHING

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MAGGOTPAW . 8 MOONS . IT/THEY . WINDCLAN

"Noooooooooooooooo....." the little pest groans, dramatically burying its face into its thin arms. It stays like that for a moment, imagining that Dandelionpaw has gone away for forever, before finally peeking out to add:

"It's my nest now but you can still use it if you ask nice." The arrogance. It fidgets, coiling into a tighter, cozier shape. "So hurry up and ask nice so you can be in here and I can be warm."

The little heat leech bats its eyes as though it's entirely convinced that Dandelionpaw will want to kowtow to the cat stealing her nest and happily proceed to share it with them.

@anika ; DANDELIONPAW

[Badwolf]

[Whistlekit]
Kit|4 moons|Windclan

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Whistlekit froze. She was going to quietly, secretly sneak away with her ball after she heard enough gossip, and she didn't expect for Ashpaw to notice her like this. To throw her the ball like this. Aw... now they had their guard up and wouldn't let loose any more juicy info!

Whistlekit nods and gracefully picks the mossball up, slinking away with a glance at Ashpaw.

Tags:
@TheRedWyvern /Ashpaw (Thanks!)
@Rustleaf /Mosspaw (Mentioning to let you know if there's rumors floating around in the nursery, you know who did it)

[Daragca]

Cottonpaw
he/him | Windclan Apprentice | 7 moons
The Collector
The Stowaway Child
[20/100]

Cottonpaw had found himself in a joyful mood, perhaps kit like he knew. But chasing a butterfly he tore out of the apprentice’s den. Stumbling over his own feet as he watched it flutter further and further away.

BUMP

He’d ran straight into another cat.

[​​ @Starphobia ]

[Star]

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Windpaw
Fluffy patched tortoiseshell she-kit with blue and green heterochromia
She/Her | 6 Moons | + every 17th | WindClan Apprentice | Optimistic and calm
[8/100]

Purrks:
Dreamwalker [INACTIVE] • Bewitched [Permanently Active] • Silver Tongue T1 [Permanently Active]

. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.

. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.
It was a great day to live. Actually, every day was a great day to live! But today felt somewhat special. An excited smile on her face Windpaw padded out the Apprentices' Den, before being tackled by someone. Eyes widening, she turned towards the cat that had not, in fact, tackled her, and instead just ran into her on accident.

"Oh! Oh no, are you okay?" Windpaw spoke in an unnecessarily hushed tone, as if there was a warrior near them that might hear. She searched the apprentice's cream-coloured fur for any signs of injuries, though she doubted anything bad happened, but you never know, right?

{ @Daragca - Cottonpaw }
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[Daragca]

Cottonpaw
he/him | Windclan Apprentice | 7 moons
The Collector - Lucky Duck T1
The Stowaway Child
[21/100]

He’d gotten himself into quite the fluster, but it was relieving to hear that the other cat was okay. It didn’t stop him from stumbling over his words, Cottonpaw found himself almost unable to force them from his mouth.

”I…I..I’m s.sorry!” Squeaking, turning shades of pink from embarrassment. Cottonpaw took a deep breath, trying desperately to fill himself with some sort of calm that always eluded his grasp. ”I..I didn’t m..mean to hurt you”, tears began to prick at the corner of his eyes slightly. Big cry baby Cottonpaw, upset over the tiniest of things. He’d heard the other apprentices in hushed tones talk, not many dared go near him.

After all this time, feeling like an outsider still. In his very own home.

[​​ @Starphobia ]

[Ome]

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『 Mistypaw 』
⚝ WC App ⚝ She-Cat ⚝ 7 Moons Old
Short white fur with pale blue eyes
Mentor :: Deadmoon (@/gs29513)
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Mistypaw padded into the apprentice den, sleepy from her training, she quickly found her nest, and pounced into it, eager to take a nap or rest.