Recent content by bayingpaw

bayingpaw's stomach fell upon the words -- family meeting. her tick duty had only just lifted, but raccoonstripe pulls her from flamestar's side upon their return home from patrol and it takes everything in her power not to lower her ears when she mutters a yes, pa. back. family meetings meant...

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honeypaw was in the medicine den. not that bayingpaw cared, really . . honeypaw ran their mouth and got hit for it, which would seem fair to her ( she’d enough smacks over the head to prove it ), if not for how . . bad it had been. she steps over spatters of bloodstained ground now, her mouth...

she is still bristling. ratty tail tufted bottlebrush thick with it, casting a steady lash at her stomping heels where she follows flamestar’s barking orders and marches herself into her den like clockwork. she is unhappy with this, because it means her mentor is nearly ready to pin bayingpaw’s...

she watches it happen. it wasn’t her job to keep howlpaw from getting spat at, and it definitely wasn’t her job to keep its claws from striking out at honeypaw’s face . . she didn’t know it would go as far as it did, but in bayingpaw’s defense, it all happened too quickly for her to do anything...

her ears still burn a little by the time their patrol saunters back into camp. her head is low, crooked ear presses back against the dark ruff at the crown of her skull, ratty tail flicking a storm at bone splashed hindpaws when she finally peels away from flamestar. the scent of twoleg softened...

bayingpaw wasn't getting involved in any of this, not any more than she had to. until flamestar gave her the direct order to scale a tree, bayingpaw preferred to keep her paws planted firmly on the ground. she watches from a safe distance, the taste of mouse blood heavy on her tongue from an...

she'd been only walking past when the child peels in front of her, eliciting a rough grunt of displeasure that threatens to build into a snappy watch it . . when she spots the subject of the lilac kitten's attention. a small, buzzing bug ; a ladybug, far as she could see. bayingpaw couldnt say...

she'd always thought that she wasn't allowed to hunt on fourtree's sacred ground. her parents had drilled it into her skull as a kit, and further as an apprentice before her first gathering. fourtrees was a place for peace, difficult as it was to maintain. she follows on flamestar's heels with...

she reeks of tick bile. the scent tickles her nose into a fierce wrinkle above the poorly rolled bundle of moss clutched too tightly between thistlethorn teeth. it was nearly time for patrol, but flamestar had still yet to come by and dismiss her from these awful chores. bayingpaw still feels...

bayingpaw does not like the scent of skyclan. they reek unnaturally — flamestar has said this is twoleg odor, and bayingpaw could only assume it so . . it grows more pungent along the border, marred by kittypet markers. her nose twists as they near, casting a glance up at her mentor that reads...

bayingpaw . . her ears prick, head whipping to face towards where flamestar flicks her tail — a bush to their left, that the tabby apprentice instinctively crouches to creep upon. her underbelly brushes the grass before the tabby so much as finishes her sentence, tongue peeking through the...

her claws itch within rapidfire paws as she trails the heel of her mentor, casting snickering glances towards her fellow apprentices — cocky, with the surety of her first claim to land. shadowclan was only a bunch of rat - fed scraps, after all. barely more than a pack of overgrown rats...

shes kicking a rock around when lightflower calls. anyone who wants to warm up, she says, and bayingkit would definitely like to not be cold anymore. the wind was relentless ; kicking up her fur even as she turns, swathes of black mane flitting around her ears and whipping at her face. yeah...

shed forgotten about coalpaw, truth be told. in her defense, she’d been only a little kitten when he’d last seen the sun — before he’d been condemned to the medicine den, lost to the stone and shadow that shields her father now. if he was anything like his sister, he would’ve been there anyway ...