Shiverkit spotted his friend, looking mischievous. What's she gonna do now? He thought excitedly. He scampered up to her. You wanna go ask annoying questions to the elders? He asked.
Ladybugkit
(light tabby she-cat with green eyes)
4 moons, Windclan kit, She/her
"Ok...sure." Ladybugkit stood up and walked over to the elders' den. "Come on!" She called back.
(Let's go into the elders' den now.)
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Falconbeak laid near the edge of camp, flicked over the ground as he stretched out his legs, giving his shoulders a satisfying roll before starting to groom himself. He began grooming his chest fur with slows strokes of his tongue carefully and deliberately. He paused now and then to sniff in annoyance at the faint sound of kits squealing nearby or the chatter around him.
His brown eyes swiped around camp as he smoothed his pelt, half-watching the activity with a mix of mild interest and detachment. A patch on his left flank caught his attention, and he leaned over, working out an especially stubborn tuft.
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Falconbeak laid near the edge of camp, flicked over the ground as he stretched out his legs, giving his shoulders a satisfying roll before starting to groom himself. He began grooming his chest fur with slows strokes of his tongue carefully and deliberately. He paused now and then to sniff in annoyance at the faint sound of kits squealing nearby or the chatter around him.
His brown eyes swiped around camp as he smoothed his pelt, half-watching the activity with a mix of mild interest and detachment. A patch on his left flank caught his attention, and he leaned over, working out an especially stubborn tuft.
What to do... Pumpkinpaw, who chirped happily at being able to call himself that, was bored. He had thought that after being named an apprentice ( finally ) he would be able to go out all the time and train and become the best warrior the world has ever seen. But alas, it turns out that becoming a warrior was more waiting than he originally thought. It wasn't anyone's fault, of course, it seemed this was the way it was. Sunnypurr certainly wouldn't let him down as a mentor, there was no way, but the tom that the apprentice had come to see as a dad was also busy with his own, regular duties.
Oof.. The apprentice bonked into something, and took a step back in recoil, sneezing as his nose stung from the impact. "Oh! Sorry, Falconbeak, I wasn't watching where I was going." The apprentice apologized with a wince. Way to make an impression as a new apprentice that should've been named moons ago. "What are you doing?"
| KestralPaw |
| 7 moons | mildly fluffy auburn mackerel tabby, bright green eyes | "Wanderer like you must have quite an appetite. Some food?"
KestralPaw ducked her head when LeopardPaw swiped her paw and let out a laugh.
"That would certainly fit you!" She remarked, half jokingly.
"Speaking of which..You'll probably be a warrior before me and soon too. Yaknow, since you're older"
KestralPaws green eyes darted around camp for a moment, her fluffy tail flicking.
"I'm quite hungry LeopardPaw, should I get us some prey? I believe the elders have already eaten."
The warrior choked on the fur stuck on his tongue as his head was push downwards. He frantically spit out a tuft of fur and glared at the cat who'd done it. His brown eyes glinted with irritation as they meet Pumkinpaw's green eyes. He hadn't been at the meeting when they were being made an apprentice, but word always travels.
"Say that when you cause someone to miss their catch and see where that gets you." he retorted. Falconbeak ignored the apprentice's question while he finally strigthened out the tangle on his fur. The warrior looked up at Pumpkinpaw blankly. "Are your eyes having issues seeing? I'm smoothing out my fur."
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Chickadeeswivel sighed, dragging her tail in the dust as she left the nursery. Her nephew was becoming a handful, and the kitless she-cat didn't know what to do. First, he wanders off and gets kidnapped by twolegs. Then, he goes wobbling off on his own and gets a bunch of warriors injured by vultures trying to save his naughty rump!
She was up to here with his misbehavior, contemplating whether or not clan life was even right for the loner-borne kit in the first place. Surely it was, since he grew up here. She hoped it was. She didn't want to be alone in the clan anymore. Cats still didn't trust her because of her outsider roots.
@Bill Cipher
Stormcrest approached Chickadeeswivel, his ears perked up in concern as he sensed her frustration. "Honorable Chickadeeswivel, I couldn't help but overhear your... distress. Forgive me, I know we've never spoken before, but as a fellow warrior, I feel compelled to offer my insight." He bowed his head, his whiskers twitching with empathy. "Your nephew's antics, while trying, are a testament to his spirit and curiosity. It's a delicate balance, indeed, to nurture his independence while keeping him safe within the clan."
@Palmtreejesus
"Ah, so you've heard." She sighed, wary of the new face. The way they spoke was strange but endearing, sympathetic and calming. It almost put Chickadeeswivel's mind at ease completely. "How do you know my name, by the way? I don't think we've ever met before." The calico licked her shoulder in order to flatten some raised hairs. "And I'm sorry. You don't need to worry for me. I'll be alright. I'll probably get by with only a few grey hairs." She joked hopefully.
@Bill Cipher
Indeed, I have heard," Stormcrest replied, his deep voice resonating with a hint of gravel, a testament to the countless battles he had fought and won. His piercing gaze, reminiscent of a winter's night, held Chickadeeswivel's, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. "Your reputation precedes you. I've had the privilege of crossing paths with those who've had the pleasure of making your acquaintance. They speak of your cunning and bravery in the face of adversity." He bowed his head, a slight inclination, a gesture of respect.
"As for how I know your name, let us just say that I have... sources. Reliable ones, I assure you. I've been watching from the shadows, waiting for the opportune moment to make my presence known. @Palmtreejesus
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