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The subtle shock in the tom's eyes are not surprising, though Bunnywhisker almost anticipates Vulturemask turning her away in the end. Whilst the moor runner hardly remembers her parents, she can imagine them as protective and hardy as the other appears to be. Self sufficient, even - though she...

Bunnywhisker hadn't thought of gifting something to another before. It seems almost obvious, watching Snailpaw present the newly named Elkskull a rather odd stone. But like most things, she simply hadn't thought of it prior. The she-cat doesn't take the time to beat herself up for her own...

bonks here for bunny momence ♡

She must've caught the other in the thick of a thought. Bunnywhisker chuffs and shakes her head, a good-natured smile still gracing her features as she does. There was just as much of a chance of Sedgerunner interrupting her inner thinkings, so there was no sense in her getting upset. Still...

Bunnywhisker feels a bit like an outlier. She can't hang out with her former friend group, firstly because the majority of them are tunnelers, and secondly because she's burned a bit too many bridges there with her occasionally explosive behavior. That said, remaining within the crowd of moor...

It still rubs her fur the wrong way. Bunnywhisker is unsure how to feel about the chaos unfolding within their camp - she knows how she's supposed to feel. She's supposed to feel righteous that the poison in their Clan is being washed away, but what of Vulturemask? The tom's training is likely...

For a few moments, the air was peaceful. Bunnywhisker isn't too eager to call it that when there's hardly more than a body lain on their ground, soaking the snowy limits with blood, but it's the closest she can think of in the moment. She diverts her attention from the tunneler apprentices and...

The sting of fear returns when the older warrior hardly budges from his place. There's a twinge, maybe, from where her claws penetrate his coat, but by no means is it enough to remove his hulking form from hers. She knows not yet of the body splayed on the ground, the blood pouring from...

Bunnywhisker's voice is non-existent on the long trek home. Prior to the trip to SkyClan, she had figured that in the very least she would be trading stories with the other warriors, listening to the apprentices brag about how well their skills have improved - however aside from the wind and the...

"You? Offering to do work?" Bunnywhisker nears from close by, whatever her previous task was swiftly abandoned for the chittering apprentices. She feels a small sense of sadness as she looks at them - she wouldn't class them as former friends, not yet, but she feels herself drifting with no way...

It was hardly a commotion. Bunnywhisker had been busy clearing the light dusting of snow off of the kill pile when she heard any semblance of noise. By the time she glances over, Sootstar's already softened for the apprentice and accepted an apology. For what, the moor runner pieces together...

stands here mildly threateningly

Though unsure why she's out and about, hunting with an apprentice that's far from being her own (given how she's just become a warrior, she doubts an apprentice is in her immediate future,) Bunnywhisker finds solace in it. After all, traversing the snowy moorlands with a partner means less...

Name [♀] - Moor Runner - Small brown tabby she-cat with amber eyes @bunnywhisker

Bunnywhisker feels triumphant, if only for a moment. The older feline topples over, to both of their surprise, and before the brown tabby can make a move, Sharpeye is flailing his claws towards her. Eyes widen as she attempts a sloppy dodge, the tips of his claws gouging the bridge of her nose...