Strawberryfur and Sunnystreak padded over together and sat amongst their clanmates.
Acornfall trotted out of the warrior's den and sat down, eyes focused on his leader curiously.
Burnedpaw poked his head out of the apprentice's den before padding over calmly, sitting around his clanmates and looking up at Bumblestar curiously.
[OOC: Short activity post! I'll do a better one tomorrow!]
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SILVERPAW "SILVS"
THE MANGLED TRIPOD
The Silver And White Form Of The Tripod Snaked Across The Earth And Sat Beside A Tabby. Hello There, Strawberryfur. The Tom Wrapped His Tail Around His Paws, Smiling At The She.
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Ain't No Rest For The Wicked.
Money Don't Grow On Trees.
From The Song "Ain't No Rest For The Wicked"
SILVS Is An Exiled ThunderClan Apprentice.
If He Is Needed, Mention Me.
Strawberryfur looked away from her tortured brother, although that was absolutely amusing. But she was overjoyed to see Silverpaw out and about. "Hey, Silverpaw!" She purred. "Glad to see you up and about! You feeling better?" The last time the pale ginger tabby saw the apprentice, he looked like he was possibly coming down with something. Seeing him now brightened her mood all the more.
"I don't think its very special." He meowed casually with a light shrug in reference to Splitpaw's comment on him having a way with words. He wasn't entirely certain how that could be when he was only stating facts. He glanced at her when she mentioned being able to come to him with anything, a little spark of surprise in his eyes. "Of course." He answered. "Unless you need sense instead of reassurance." Like Charredpaw. It was slight, very very slight, but a little twitch on his maw formed the tiniest of smirks of amusement. It was gone almost as quickly as it appeared.
The next thing Splitpaw said...well that truly took him off guard. Burnedpaw's head jerked to look at her, his eyes widened with surprise. It took a lot of rattle him, but that certainly wasn't something he expected. After the shock settled, his composure regained, he craned his neck to look at his back and tail. The reddish-brown tom looked at Splitpaw in genuine confusion, his head tilted slightly to the side. "I dunno, I'd say I'm pretty average looking." He meowed, his voice just as steady and serious as if someone looked at rain clouds and asked him if he thought it would rain later. He turned back to Bumblestar and the kits, shooting another quick glance at Splitpaw. What did she mean by that? And why did she...giggle at him? The stoic, otherwise logical tom was truly baffled.
Splitpaw purred at his answers, but then turned and looked at him when he questioned his looks. She shook her head and smiled. "You are cute, from your head to your tail. I dont think you are pretty average looking" she said before turning to look away from him again.
His dark amber eyes were very striking to her, like they could look into her soul or something.
Splitpaw purred at his answers, but then turned and looked at him when he questioned his looks. She shook her head and smiled. "You are cute, from your head to your tail. I dont think you are pretty average looking" she said before turning to look away from him again.
His dark amber eyes were very striking to her, like they could look into her soul or something.
There she goes again. Burnedpaw glanced at Splitpaw when she turned to him, flicking an ear to acknowledge he heard her. So much for being good with words, he wasn't sure what to say. What would Charredpaw say? She'd probably tell him that he should compliment her back. But somehow that felt...risky somehow. How was he supposed to proceed here... Burnedpaw wracked his brain for words. All of this happened within heartbeats, his gaze fixed on those kits. At this point, he felt like it was the only way he was going to be able to keep a straight face.
Finally, Burnedpaw rested on something to say that felt enough like a compliment but not anything...he didn't know how else to think of it other than risky. Even though he couldn't explain why. "I like your eyes." He meowed, his voice much lower than it was before. Instinctively aware these words were for Splitpaw and her alone. "They look like they have stars in them." Speaking of stars... Stars that's embarrassing to say out loud... But it was honestly the only thing he could think of. He had never been called cute before. Annoying, weird, fur-for-brains (courtesy of Charredpaw), but never cute. Not even Brownmouse or his dads have said something like that to him. So he hoped he handled it well, it was the best thing he could think of.
Splitpaw purred as turned her attention on him, she watched as he struggled to say something. She then turned her attention back on the kittens. Burnedpaw was cute! He was the first cat she actually thought was. There was something about him, from his looks to his personality and she wanted to get to know him more. For some reason she felt like she was drawn to him....she didn't know how to explain it. So when Burnedpaw blurted out that he liked her eyes because they look like they had stars in him, she turned a deep red and looked down at her paws. Once she had the courage to look up at him, she had to ask. "Really?" she asked with a purr. "Thank you, Burnedpaw. I havent heard those words before." she said, which was true. Before she joined Thunderclan, some of the cats who happened to live with them for a while before they moved on and before her dad got taken from kittypets made fun of her for it. Yeah she was made fun of but it didnt bother her. What bothered her was the scars on her face...
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"Aw okay." She glanced over at Wolfhive. "I'll tell you the story when I can get out of the medicine den. I wouldn't go in there unless you're sick, because they don't really like extra cats in there. There's not a lot of room with the sick cats in there." She whispered to Chasmkit. "Thank you!! I'll see you later bye!!" Seakit yelled over her shoulder as she padded back to the medicine den @BEAR. @Highsnow of Matterhorn
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A low huff of amusement escaped his jaws as his son attempted to direct a snarky line at his ministrations. Still child-like... but perhaps growing into some new maturity with age.
"A mere illness will not be the fall of me son," he rumbled, placing a few long licks over the top of Brindlepaw's head to smooth down the fur between his ears. "I have outlasted far more Leaffalls than yourself, so I am not concerned with that. Do not bother worrying yourself over my health; focus instead on regaining your own."
As Bumblestar called up a new batch of kittens for their apprentice ceremonies, Lioncrest kept his ears up in rapt attention for any news she may have to announce.
Strawberryfur looked away from her tortured brother, although that was absolutely amusing. But she was overjoyed to see Silverpaw out and about. "Hey, Silverpaw!" She purred. "Glad to see you up and about! You feeling better?" The last time the pale ginger tabby saw the apprentice, he looked like he was possibly coming down with something. Seeing him now brightened her mood all the more.
"I don't think its very special." He meowed casually with a light shrug in reference to Splitpaw's comment on him having a way with words. He wasn't entirely certain how that could be when he was only stating facts. He glanced at her when she mentioned being able to come to him with anything, a little spark of surprise in his eyes. "Of course." He answered. "Unless you need sense instead of reassurance." Like Charredpaw. It was slight, very very slight, but a little twitch on his maw formed the tiniest of smirks of amusement. It was gone almost as quickly as it appeared.
The next thing Splitpaw said...well that truly took him off guard. Burnedpaw's head jerked to look at her, his eyes widened with surprise. It took a lot of rattle him, but that certainly wasn't something he expected. After the shock settled, his composure regained, he craned his neck to look at his back and tail. The reddish-brown tom looked at Splitpaw in genuine confusion, his head tilted slightly to the side. "I dunno, I'd say I'm pretty average looking." He meowed, his voice just as steady and serious as if someone looked at rain clouds and asked him if he thought it would rain later. He turned back to Bumblestar and the kits, shooting another quick glance at Splitpaw. What did she mean by that? And why did she...giggle at him? The stoic, otherwise logical tom was truly baffled.
SILVER PAW "SILVS"
THE MANGLED TRIPOD
KILLER APITUDE T3 - LYEBIRDS LULLABYE
The Tom Flicked His Ear. Yeah, Im Fine! I Think..... Oh Well! Ill Be Fine! For Now.... His Head Still Hurt Like An Adder Bit It, But Still. Fine! He Was FINE! He Flicked His Tail. I Still Have To See Wolfpaw And HollowPaw, Dispite Wolfpaw Not Liking Me- For A Good Ish Reason - But Yeah! He Didnt Want To Bring Up The Broke-A-Rule-And-Found-My-Dad-On-Our-Territory-Even-Though-Hes-ShadowClan-Now Thing. Should He? Would She Know What He Did? Was She Old Enough To Know? She Should've Been, Right?
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Ain't No Rest For The Wicked.
Money Don't Grow On Trees.
From The Song "Ain't No Rest For The Wicked"
SILVS Is An Exiled ThunderClan Apprentice.
If He Is Needed, Mention Me.
No Maplekit, but everyone else had come up. Bumblestar had just leaned forward to address the to-be-apprentices when she caught sight of Seakit's injury. Damn, that's right - she'd forgotten about the aftermath with the hawk and that weird outsider.
"Seakit," she called. "I can't have you start your training when you're injured. Do what Wolfhive's told you to and head toward the medicine den. We can finish this once you're healed up."
That just left the remaining three. Or maybe just two, depending on whatever was happening between Eveningkit and Cherrykit.
"Chasmkit, from now until you finish you're training, you'll be Chasmpaw. Your mentor will be Acornfall.
"Goldenkit, since there's already a Goldenpaw, you'll be Wheatpaw." Same color, same difference. "You're welcome to change it back once you finish your training, which'll be with Nightwhisper."
With that out of the way, she leaned over the edge of the Stormcrest to narrow her eyes at the last one. "Eveningkit. Make up your mind or go sit back down, I'm not waiting on you any longer."
Seakit went without issue, so Wolfhive sank back tiredly and flicked his ears at the continued announcements. He also didn't know what was going on with Eveningkit and Cherrykit but didn't have the energy to care.
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