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  • #7376
    | silverpaw |
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    silverpaw

    the little lion of thunderclan

     

    From the apprentices’ den stumbled a small, sleep-ruffled tom-cat. Pale blue eyes still blurry from his night’s rest, the young feline blinked as the pale morning sunlight washed over his face. A warm breeze caught his whiskers, sending them a-twitching at the gentle pressure. Silverpaw, one of ThunderClan’s newest apprentices, was now awake and bristling with excitement, eager to make a good first impression with some of his new den-mates. He was certainly riding on an emotional high–he had been given the honor of training under the wing of the clan’s deputy! Certainly, nothing could crush this little fellow’s bright mood. Bluefire was a force to be reckoned with, and he had no doubt he’d learn a lot under her guidance. The poor little tom had no clue what he’d be in for in the following moons.

    Seemingly unaware of his rumpled, un-groomed pelt, the young tom stumbled his way toward a small collective of other apprentices at the outskirts of the camp, his tufted ears flickering. Rubbery lips quirked upward in a polite smile, his fluffy head dipping in greeting. “Hi there!” He chirped, head cocking playfully to one side as he studied his new acquaintances. He knew all of their names and faces, vaguely, but he wasn’t sure he had talked to many of them personally. “I’m your new den-mate!” He hesitated, nose scrunching up. “You probably already knew. Actually, you definitely knew. The ceremony and all. Heheh, my bad, I kinda forgot. I’m a little excited is all.” Not waiting for permission to join them, he instead plopped down on his haunches right then and there, plume-like tail curling around his silver toes as he eagerly awaited a response.

    #7384
    Hornetstar
    Participant

    ROOKPAW.

    Rookpaw hated rising early. But as much as he hated rising early, he hated the possibility of disappointing Hollystar or missing out on training time even more. He wasn’t lazy, not at all. There was a difference between not liking rising with the sun, and sleeping half of the day away. Still though, he had woken up with the sun today and reluctantly dragged his butt from the apprentices’ den. He had settled down right outside, not too far from the den to continue dozing, but still made sure to keep an eye out for a familiar black pelt and green eyes. Being the leader’s apprentice was cool, but sometimes he felt like he had to fight against everything else for her attention that was constantly split in a thousand different directions. Being an admittedly spoiled, only child, it had turned out to be quite the adjustment.

    The dark brown and white tabby snorted in annoyed amusement as an overly chipper silver tom stumbled from the apprentices’ den and instantly started blabbering to the few that had been gathered outside. Rookpaw himself was a respectable distance from the group, but close enough he could hear every word they said and offer in his own two whiskers if he ever felt so inclined to. So far he hadn’t, but now he found himself wanting to speak up. The relative peace had just been shattered, after all. Now he could kiss his dozing goodbye. 

    “A little?” He mumbled in disbelief, clearly making a jab at the other tom – Silverpaw, if he recalled correctly. “Did it ever occur to you that it’s way too early in the day for you to be so…” Rookpaw pulled a face, eyeing the other a bit more critically. “Annoyingly bright.” The tabby decided upon, deciding not to be quite as mean as he felt like being. It’d probably only hurt feelings, then lead to the other apprentices chewing him out, which meant he definitely wasn’t going to get to catch anymore shut eye this morning.

    #7385
    Pheebs
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    ♦ M O R N I N G ♦

    The cool breeze was welcomed by the golden apprentice as she emerged from the medicine cat’s den, smelling strongly of marigold and dock. Initially, Morningpaw had planned on taking a nap before Peachblossom dragged her back for another lesson but upon seeing a gathering of apprentice she hesitated. Morningpaw knew she needed more relationships in her clan, having spent her first moon or so cowering from others, and her confidence was severely lacking.

    ‘C’mon, it’s just a few younger apprentices, you can do this.’ The apprentice straightened up, the tail curled close to her the only sign of nervousness. “C-Congratulations, S-Silverpaw.” Morningpaw smiled anxiously, stopping a few tail lengths from Rookpaw. Her azure eyes found the tom’s and she offered him a tiny nod of her head. 

    “It-it doesn’t fe-feel so early to me, I-I guess.” Morning chuckled weakly, settling back on her haunches to eye the other apprentices. She was trying to keep her distance from others, knowing how strong the smell of herbs were on her. The marigold and dock weren’t such horrible smells, but the sheer concentration of them definitely was hard to handle. “My name’s M-Morningpaw, Bl-Bluefire’s your mentor, huh?”

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    #7390
    Feared
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    Dandelionpaw ~ ThunderClan Apprentice

    Small paws ached from being on them all morning long, and the day before. Dandelionpaw wasn’t too far into her apprenticeship and she was already finding herself to be exhausted, but she was so excited for the new experiences. Her small nest was nestled against the side of the den, mostly to where the larger apprentice’s wouldn’t step upon her, which made her feel safer when in a slumber. Her mentor had been pushing for her to memorize the territory and the only way to do so was to join every patrol they saw, at least that’s what her teacher had provoked. Small white paws throbbed from being so tender, causing the short and slightly fluffy feline to flop down in an ungrateful manner. Oh…. my paws ache. She thought in a dramatic whine within her mind, frowning as she lifted a small paw and slowly scored her tongue along the soft pink toe beans in order to calm the throb. Paper-thin ears twitched as she caught the sound of other apprentices, her bi-colored gaze finding the pale grey and dark grey forms of Silverpaw and Rookpaw as the conversed.

    Silverpaw was a gentle soul and so bubbly, which always led her to feel comfortable when he was around, listening to him was rather amusing, the young Tom had not filter whatsoever. Rookpaw… he was scary. The young tomcat had a tongue that was a sharp as a thorn and twice as quick to jab you in the paw given the chance. But he was hard working and his heart was truly in the right place, even if his words were not.  Although, she stepped on egg shells when she was around him, she truly didn’t want to upset the other apprentice. But she found it nice that Silverpaw was striking up a conversation with him regardless, it was kind that he was trying to make the atmosphere softer for everyone. Rookpaw May act like he doesn’t appreciate it, but maybe he might. She sighed softly, she wasn’t nearly as brave enough to strike up a conversation with any of them but she was slowly learning about them. Another voice caught her attention as she lifted her chin, her eyes landing upon Morningpaw as the older apprentice hurried towards them and greeted them, causing her pupils to narrow with sudden curiosity. Morningpaw has once been a normal apprentice, but now she was the medicine cat apprentice! Her climb up the ranks was truly mesmerizing, and although she stuttering from her nervousness, Dandelionpaw could silently praise her for being brave to greet them. A small rose to her lips as she gave a friendly dip of her head before she lifted her paw once more and slowly licked at the tender paw pads.

    #7398
    Trout
    Participant

     || Pinepaw || 

    The morning’s soft rays filtered lazily in from the patchwork canopy above as the Thunderclan’s camp steadily came to life. Wide green eyes stared down on the bustling scene with a mix of exhaustion, and mild curiosity, as the plump apprentice hauled his hindquarters unto one of the low hanging branches of a tattered old oak. Pinepaw’s thick shoulders heaved in rapid succession as his ushered breaths raced from his maw into the dry air. Untrained muscles burned and ached from the strain as he gingerly sat down on the mossy limb for a moment’s rest. He had only just managed to climb up about three or four tail lengths. A distance that was far from impressive but was nonetheless a victory in his eyes. Due to his mentor’s ongoing neglect, the soft apprentice had taken his climbing lessons upon himself and had so decided he would at least conquer the lower two levels of branches that spread ‘neath the weathered tree before the sun reached its peak. His conquest had begun just after the dawn patrol’s departure, and though an hour or so passed, the chubby youngster had been able to make it to the second branch from the ground.

    The paltry light glinted gently on his chocolate-colored pelt as he drank in the view with glee. He had never in his short life been so high up from the ground! Pinepaw gazed off into the vast verdant sea in awe before the broken chatter from below beckoned him back to reality. He was pleased to see that there were so many apprentices in the clearing today! It was rare for so many of them to have a spare time together, though it did not seem to be an all too pleasant meeting. It seemed Silverpaw’s jovial mood had struck a nerve with Rookpaw, not as if it were a difficult thing to do. Pine’s thin lips creased into a grin as he watched Morningpaw offer up congratulations to the newly named apprentice and Dandelionpaw drift in along with the morning’s patrol. Having so many friends to greet and impress with his newly found climbing prowess excited the marbled tabby with a sort of kit-ish delight. Unfortunately, this joy was to be short-lived as the shrill, piercing shriek of a blue jay rang out from somewhere above.

    Startled, Pinepaw slipped from his lofty perch. Of course, because fate, having been kind enough to grant him this singular success,  now had to balance the karmic scales out of his favor. As the young tom lost his footing, his unskilled paws flailed about in mad desperation for the next branch but missed. Head over tail, the portly tom tumbled down like a ball of moss, smashing into the prickly branches of one of the numerous brambles below with a thunderous crash. “Oof! Congra… Ow!” he groaned as he struggled to roll himself back onto his mitted paws. Angry branches and thorns tore small tufts of fur from his fluffy coat, as Pinepaw struggled to detangled himself. Disheveled and once again out of breath, Pinepaw looked up at the silvery tabby and smile. “Congratulations, Silverpaw.” He rasped, as the sickly warm rush of embarrassment bubbled up in his chest.

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    #7415
    | silverpaw |
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    silverpaw

    the little lion of thunderclan

     

    Silverpaw blinked merrily at Rookpaw, blue eyes twinkling, seemingly unbothered by the tom’s moodiness–or perhaps even unaware. He shrugged, leaning back on his haunches to peer up at the sky. The sun hung low, its rays still soft, not yet high enough for the intense heat of Greenleaf to have reached and overpowered the clan’s camp. A soft breeze rustled the leaves of the trees around them, ruffling his fluffy pelt, which still held traces of his kitten down. He was still growing, but someday, Silverpaw hoped to have a majestic pelt just like the lions of old. For now, he had to settle for kitten fluff and soft, unweathered paws that couldn’t hurt a fly with his current training experience, whch was little to none. A soft giggle escaped his maw at the crass comments of the older apprentice. Regardless of his den-mate’s gruff mood, the little tom-cat’s spirits were not dampened by the early hours at which he had arisen. In fact, within Silverpaw, a small spark of determination had sparked. He leveled his gaze at Rookpaw, a little smirk crossing his lips. ‘I’m going to make you my friend, whether you like it or not!’ He thought. “I don’t know about all that.” He replied after a moment’s pause, one tufted ear flicking at the other. “It’s a nice morning! Besides, you’re older than me! Shouldn’t you be used to getting up early by now, grumpy?” He mewed teasingly.

    Turning his attention to the other apprentices that had gathered, Silverpaw offered a similar grin. Morningpaw’s murmured praise as she approached caught his attention, and his grin softened to something a little gentler. “Thanks!” He chirped, giving a little duck of his head to the molly. “I know who you are, you silly goose! It’s nice to finally get to talk to you more than just stopping by for a bellyache.” The silver apprentice joked, whiskers quivering in amusement, little pink tongue poking out a little at the end as the memories of the awful taste of herbs washed over him. “Yeah, Bluefire’s my mentor! She’s so strong, I can’t wait to learn from her!” His fur puffed up in excitement at the thought, paws tapping against the earth. He cocked his head to one side, shooting a little look Rookpaw’s way. You’re Hollystar’s apprentice right? That makes us training buddies, in a way! Guess you’re stuck with me.” After this, he turned to the she-cat still curled up in the apprentice’s den, brow furrowing as he peered at her. “Hi! You’re Dandelionpaw, right? Wanna come join us? I won’t bite, I promise!”

    Moments after saying this, there was a thunderous crash that had Silverpaw on his paws in seconds. He blinked curiously down at the other apprentice who had seemingly fallen from the sky, ears flattened ever so slightly in shock. “Thanks, I–Oh my StarClan! Are you alright?” He quickly corrected himself, shuffling closer to peer at the other, looking for signs of damage, his amusement briefly overridden by concern. “That was quite the tumble? What were you doing up there, silly?”

    #7431
    Hornetstar
    Participant

    ROOKPAW.

    The dark brown and white tabby found himself shocked at the look Silverpaw leveled back at him, unflinchingly. Usually other apprentices didn’t bother with him very much once he started slinging around his cold words, but here this little tom was, meeting Rookpaw with a smirk! He’d be lying to himself if he didn’t admit he was a bit unsettled, though he managed to maintain an unperturbed facade as he merely raised an eyebrow in return. Instantly he opened his mouth up to fire back a reply, embarrassed to find he really didn’t have one. The younger apprentice had a point with those last few words. Snapping his jaws shut, he forced himself to look irritated, glancing away with a huff.

    Then the other apprentices started coming out of the woodwork one by annoying one, seemingly attracted by Silverpaw’s overbearing… Brightness. His morning rest really was ruined, whatever little had remained of it. Now he combed the camp clearing with an almost desperate eye, begging to see Hollystar so he could go pester her about training, therefore having a reason to leave this little get together. Lazily he rolled his eyes back to peer at Morningpaw, though he pointedly kept his face turned away, frowning ever so slightly at her. Good for her, thinking it didn’t feel that early. Rookpaw firmly did not sympathize.

    No Hollystar, no Hollystar, yet more no Hollystar- “Wait, what?” He snapped back into focus on the conversation, ears flattening to his head as he gazed at Silverpaw with mounting dread. It had completely escaped Rookpaw’s memory that Bluefire was the younger’s mentor, and that Bluefire was not only deputy but Hollystar’s mate, and Hollystar was his mentor… The older apprentice groaned internally, cursing every higher being that was. “We are not-“ His cold blue eyes widened in surprise as a lumpy brown form suddenly fell before all of them, glancing up at the tree branches above before turning his incredulous gaze upon Pinepaw once more. “Not….”

    “ThunderClan is doomed if this is the best we have to offer in apprentices,” he bemoaned, upper lip peeling back in slight disgust as he took in Pinepaw’s rather plump form. “This one is still so covered in kitten fat that it can’t possibly be healthy! Morningpaw, give him a checkup or something.” Rather mean, but Rookpaw did find himself particularly worried at Pinepaw’s weight. Certainly it wasn’t healthy, or helpful in anyway when it came to the other properly performing their duties.

    #7458
    SoliloquySilver
    Participant

    Moonpaw

    What a lovely morning. Birds were chirping, the weather was pleasant, and the sky was a pretty pale blue. Moonpaw emerged from the camp entrance, a fat squirrel dangling from their jaws. There was nothing better than an early morning hunt! Darkberry dismissed the tabby apprentice, informing them that they would continue their lessons a bit later in the day. Moonpaw dipped their head to their mentor and deposited their catch to the fresh-kill pile, then began to search around for something to do. It was then that they witnessed Pinepaw fall out of a tree. 

    Eyes wide, Moonpaw quickly rushed over to make sure he was alright. To the other apprentices, it would seem as though the pretty white tabby had appeared out of nowhere, as they moved so silently that others often couldn’t hear them coming. They reached the group of apprentices rather quickly, just in time to hear Rookpaw, some uppity tomcat who often seemed to be in a bad mood, make some rather rude comments about the other apprentice’s weight. 

    “Well, clearly Hollystar needs to add manners to her lesson plans,” Moonpaw meowed cooly, rolling their eyes before moving towards the chubby brown apprentice. “Hey, that looked like a pretty rough fall there, Pinepaw. Are you alright?” They asked, pale silvery eyes looking over the other apprentice with concern. Their whiskers twitched for a moment before they leaned forward to pluck a stick from the fur on Pinepaw’s neck. “Maybe be a bit more careful next time you wanna pretend to be a SkyClan cat, eh?” They giggled, offering the other apprentice a smile before turning their attention to the rest of the group. “Hello everyone, good morning!” They purred, settling down to join in on the conversation.

    #7461
    Feared
    Participant

    Dandelionpaw ~ ThunderClan Apprentice

    She was listening to the growing conversation as more and more apprentices were beginning to crowd the den as they congratulated Silverpaw. She remembered when everyone had done the same thing for her, but she had felt so overwhelmed at the time, but she would admit it had been a wonderful feeling. No one really seemed to notice her and that was fine, she was just enjoying their company and listening to their conversation. She was licking her forepaw when Silverpaw suddenly turned around, his gaze locking onto her own as he gazed at her in a bit of confusion, as though he had just realized that she was there. Slowly she lowered her paw and blinked in surprise when Silverpaw spoke to her, she froze slightly as she felt unsure as her bi-colored gaze flickered amongst the other apprentices as they too gave her a curious gaze. “Ummm… okay.” She nodded slowly as she pushed her small frame up from the nest, her golden calico fur a bit ruffled as she made her way out of the den.

    She jumped in surprise when Pinepaw suddenly landed on his stomach before her as he slipped from a branch, her head cocking to the side in mere confusion and worry. “Are you okay…?” Her soft voice filtered out as she lowered her head to sniff his pelt but he quickly recovered and was already on his paws and speaking to the other apprentices. She was relieved that he was alright and she wasn’t bothered that he had ignored her, although she was surprised at Rookpaw’s sudden jab at the chubby toms size. Pinepaw was a little overweight but she had no doubt that with their hard moons ahead of training that he would loose his weight. She frowned and looked at Pinepaw, using her head to gently bump his shoulder in a friendly manner. “You look fine to me.” She said softly with a shrug, walking past him as Moonpaw made their way to stand beside the Tom and stick up for him in a more aggressive manner towards Rookpaw.

    Dandelionpaw moved to where she was sitting next to Silverpaw and Morningpaw, where she felt the most comfortable. Her paws felt jittery because of being around so many cats, but her gaze was slowly roaming over them all as she took them in. She knew them, in her two weeks of being an apprentice she had studied them and was mildly curious about them, although not enough to speak out on her own. Blinking slowly she gazed towards Moonpaw as they spoke, feeling a small smile color her lips as she found an opportunity to speak. “Nice to meet you, Moonpaw.” She meowed to the other apprentice and shyly dipped her chin.

    #7465
    Pheebs
    Participant

    ♦ M O R N I N G ♦

    Morningpaw glanced over, catching Dandelionpaw’s smile and feeling one of her own smiles flicker across her face. She was always at ease around Minkpaw and so the apprentice did her best to replicate that feeling now, allowing the tenseness in her posture to relax.

    “O-oh, thank- thank you?” The golden tabby wasn’t accustomed to being known, so Silverpaw’s words had thrown her off. Not half a second after this a rustle from above was the precursor to something had made Morningpaw jerk back. The apprentice watched wordlessly as Pinepaw came tumbling down, blue eyes wide with a combination of shock and concern. ‘Do cats always get injured so easily around here?’ Before becoming Peachblossom’s apprentice Morning was sure she never paid too much attention to how many times a clanmate got thorns in their paws, twisting ankles, or any other number of ailments. Now, of course, she took notice and it seemed to her that everyone was constantly getting hurt.

    The golden tabby rose to her feet and waited for her fellow apprentices to hover by Pinepaw before she approached the younger tom. “Can you stand up?” Morning inquired, kittybrows tugged together in a look of worry. She shifted next to the tom and offered her shoulder, eyes flicking back to the others as they continued to speak. 

    “Hi, Moonpaw,” The she-cat greeted, smiling as she considered the contrast of their names. “If you need help climbing, I can help you.” Morningpaw added softly, speaking quietly enough that only Pinepaw could catch her words. The visits she’d had with Minkpaw, her SkyClan friend, had resulted in her building up an affinity for scaling trees and she would be happy to help the apprentice beside her should he want it.

    #7493

    ~Sunpaw~

    Despite them bearing the name of the bright and golden circlet high in the sky, Sunpaw was most certainly not a morning and day type of feline, ironically they much preferred twilight and eventide. Those were the hours they were most active in. The hustle and bustle of rising apprentices is what shattered their light slumber, and they sleepily blinked open their amber-gold eyes, the surroundings of the den around them rather blurry- that is until they rapidly blinked a couple more times. Finally their vision cleared up, and they could piece together that most apprentices were already out and about for the day, including their sibling – Moonpaw.

    They couldn’t believe that their sibling could stand to be awake at such a time, with a breathy half-yawn, half-sigh, the apprentice begrudgingly struggled up to their paws. They came to the conclusion that trying to slip back into slumber would be a fruitless endeavor at which they’d fail spectacularly at. There was far too much noise, from the rustling of clanmates moving about, to their chatter, to the plethora of sounds echoing off in distance from beyond the camp walls, like twittering birds, insects, and other such hullabaloo.

    It took Sunpaw a few moments stretch their limbs, and their body out, to wake up fully. Another breathy yawn-sigh slipped pass their parted maw, as the voices of their fellow apprentices reached their ears, and they sluggishly trotted on out of the den. Once Sunpaw arrived, they lazily waved their tail to their sibling, before plopping down on their hindquarters.

    “G’norning…” Sunpaw mumbled, yet another yawn escaping them, as they slowly slipped down onto their stomach, and stretched themselves out on the ground. “I hope night comes soon.”

    ~Speckled~

    #7681
    Trout
    Participant

     || Pinepaw || 

    For a brief moment, his chagrin melted under the warm mewls of concern for his wellbeing.  It was nice to have so many of his comrades show that they cared, it was a rare sort of affection that Pinepaw seldom got from his mentor or parents. Unfortunately, all of that was brought to an abrupt end as Rookpaw’s biting remark sliced through the stale morning air. So, he was a little big for his age… Pine never had really thought it anything to be concerned about. After all, he was only a moon or two out of kit-hood. Should it not have been natural for him to still display the soft, plumpness of a kitten? Especially given that they all had little experience and only know the sweet, plentiful times it was a little surprising that only the broadly built tabby had failed in shaping up. Angry and even more embarrassed than before, the young chocolate tabby met Rookpaw’s frosty gaze, glad that his thick brown fur hid the red flush that was steadily building up in his face. What was it that made the brown and white apprentice so mean? Pinepaw did not know, despite the fact that Rookpaw was only a week or so older. They had grown up side by side in the nursery, though thankfully Pine had managed to escape the sullen tom’s sharp tongue up until now. His lips curled back, ready to unleash some tawdry retort… 

    When a sudden, soft bump to his shoulder broke his broiling concentration. Looking over his shoulder he saw the small frame of Dandelionpaw as she offered him some kind words of consolation before turning and joining the rapidly growing crowd of apprentices. Had he almost landed on her? Guilt and dread joined the simmering medley of emotions that tormented him, and he hoped that the little molly understood that he had not meant to cause her any sort of distress. Blinking slowly, Pinepaw began to trace his path through the various queries and emotions like a tightrope walker on a wire before speaking, “Uh… Hello, everyone. Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare anyone… I was just trying to work on my climbing while my mentor was away…” The line of conversation began to sway uneasily beneath his inarticulate tongue as his soft ears dropped back against his fluffy head. Panicked and still feeling a little dizzy his sharp green eyes darted about the crowd to Moonpaw, then Silverpaw before fixing on the taller, golden pelt that was trotting towards him. “Thanks… for… uh… the concern, but I’m fine really.”  He chirped, politely declining Morningpaw’s shoulder with a weak grin as she began her assessment. “But… uh yeah, I’d really appreciate it…” He sniffed quietly so that none of the other apprentices would hear, as he shakily rose up into a proper standing position. The last thing he needed was for them to know that a medicine cat’s apprentice was offering him training advice, it would have only piled on to the pity and ridicule he had accumulated with his earlier miss-step. 

    Sore and still slightly disoriented the young tom began to inspect his usually impeccable pelt with vague horror. Pine was a very fastidious fellow who took great pride in his neat and shiny pelt. At once he began to groom his unkempt coat as if he had forgotten where he was and that he had just fallen out of a bloody tree. Though his concentration momentarily broke as the thick black pelt of yet another new arrival  came into view, “Hello, Sunpaw.” He chimed with a partially anxious sweep of his tail. He was never very good about speaking in front of crowds, he had only just managed to address those that were already present and if many more of their clanmates joined the heavy-set tom would most certainly be rendered mute. Though he was rather glad he had managed to cross the tightrope of conversation without directly addressing Rookpaw and his harsh criticisms, he probably would not have been able to rebuff him with the same ease as Silverpaw and Moonpaw. He was, after all, merely Pinepaw.

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    #7716
    Feared
    Participant

    Dandelionpaw ~ ThunderClan Apprentice

    Dandelionpaw didn’t know any of these apprentices very well, she was only seven moons old but she was incredibly quiet. It wasn’t that she couldn’t talkX but felt awkward when all gazed would be fixed upon her, instead she preferred to be invisible, just as long as she wasn’t alone. She was pleasantly surprised when Silverpaw called her out of the den, but like she expected, she was overlooked. Not that she minded, her one yellow eye and the other a blue were gazing curiously around the many apprentices that were beginning to swarm and greet everyone. Silverpaw was a bubbly male, he was greeting everyone with a feverous smile, while Rookpaw seemed rather grumpy today but she smiled softly to herself, a friend would do him some good. Pinepaw was explaining that he had been trying to climb the tree in order to sharpen his climbing skills, causing her eyes to rise for her to peer at the oak tree that he had fallen from, her pupils dilating in thought as she mused over the possibility of teaching him, she was an excellent climber. Something she found that she enjoyed, chasing squirrels and lying about in the tall trees was relaxing. However, as she played with notion inside of her mind, her ears twitched as Morningpaw quickly offered her services to help Pinepaw. She will be better helping him than me. Dandelionpaw decided with a soft smile, her chin tilting as she listened to the conversation.

    Sunpaw soon made their appearance, having finally made their way out of their nest this morning. She was silently amused, everyone knew that Moonpaw and Sunpaw were siblings, but they couldn’t be any further from one another. Was that was to have siblings? She wouldn’t know, being the only kit of her litter, she wasn’t exactly sure what it meant to have littermates but she was curious as she watched the two siblings. They appeared to be very comfortable around one another, not afraid to let their different personalities shine. Pinepaw seemed uneasy around being so many cats, her multicolored gaze blinking slightly, but was slowly looking more and more at ease as the attention was brought off of him. Slowly she lowered her chin to where she licked at the creamy white fur that covered her chest, pointed ears laying flat against her ear as she lifted her gaze once more, silently gazing around the other apprentices, giving a delicate smile when she was noticed. Which was here and there.

    #7750
    Pheebs
    Participant

    Morningpaw smiled sweetly, offering Pinepaw a gentle, playful shove before stepping back. The golden furred feline huffed out a small laugh, tail flicking to and fro as she offered another smile, this one directed towards the newcomer. Morningpaw felt the slightest twinge of anxiety as the initially small group of apprentices grew larger but for the most part, she felt at ease, happy even to be interacting with her clanmates. Her past experience involved lots of taunts and bullying from others, mostly for her kittypet-like features, inherited from her mother who was herself a former kittypet. 

    “Hi, Sunpaw.” The medicine cat trainee sat down close to Pinepaw and the others. “So, there’s Silverpaw, Rookpaw, Dandelionpaw, Pinepaw, Moonpaw, you,” Morning motioned to Sunpaw, “And myself.” The older apprentice studied each of the others with wide, deep blue eyes. “Seems like today’s a slow morning, or else some of you would already be out training. Peachblossom’s giving me a break, but I’ll have to start another lesson later. Wha-what do you guys do for fun when you have so much time on your paws?” 

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